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At times the whole sky was ringed in shooting points and puckers of light gathering and falling, pulsing, fading, rhythmical as breathing. All of a piece. As if the sky were a pattern of nerves and our thought and memories traveled across it. As if the sky were one gigantic memory for us all.

Louise Erdrich

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Louise Erdrich
Age: 70
Born: 1954
Born: June 7
Novelist
Poet
Short Story Writer
Writer
Little Falls
Minnesota
Light
Sky
Traveled
Thought
Memory
Pattern
Whole
Piece
Nerves
Ringed
Across
Points
Rhythmical
Pieces
Breathing
Pulsing
Memories
Falling
Gigantic
Times
Shooting
Fading
Fall
Patterns
Gathering

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