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To hike out alone in the desert to sleep on the valley floor on a night with no moon, in the pitch black, just listening to the boom of silence: you can't imagine what that's like.

Nicole Krauss

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Nicole Krauss
Age: 50
Born: 1974
Born: August 18
Author
Novelist
Writer
Manhattan borough
New York City
Night
Desert
Like
Moon
Listening
Hike
Silence
Boom
Imagine
Valley
Sleep
Pitch
Alone
Valleys
Black
Floor

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