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We move through the day like two hands of a clock: sometimes we overlap for a moment, then come apart again, carrying on alone. Everyday exactly the same: the tea, the burnt toast, the crumbs, the silence.

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Nicole Krauss
Age: 50
Born: 1974
Born: August 18
Author
Novelist
Writer
Manhattan borough
New York City
Moments
Apart
Overlap
Hands
Everyday
Crumbs
Two
Exactly
Toast
Come
Move
Toasts
Sometimes
Silence
Burnt
Like
Alone
Carrying
Moment
Tea
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Clock

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