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I could hear my heart beating. I could hear everyone's heart. I could hear the human noise we sat there making, not one of us moving, not even when the room went dark.

Raymond Carver

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Raymond Carver
Age: 50 †
Born: 1938
Born: May 25
Died: 1988
Died: August 2
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Clatskanie
Oregon
Everyone
Sat
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Human
Room
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Rooms
Even
Hear
Heart
Went
Love
Dark
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