Tag: summary
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There’s a moment in every memoir where time has to bend. I think about this when I read a passage that rushes through years in a paragraph, and I think about it again when I land in a single afternoon that takes up ten pages.
There’s a moment in every memoir where time has to bend. I think about this when I read a passage that rushes through years in a paragraph, and I think about it again when I land in a single afternoon that takes up ten pages.