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Okay maybe you guys can help me. A few years ago I read a book I loved and can no longer remember the title or author of. It was a French novel (or novella, I know I read most of it in a single afternoon) by a black woman author, about a man who went on vacation to the seaside and misplaces his wife, forcing him to stay into the off season to search for her. Things get weird, as they often do in books of this nature.
And you'd THINK with such a specific premise it would be easy to track down but I CANNOT. So on the off chance that anyone else has read this please let me know what it's called and who wrote it.
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John Armstrong, Fruit, 1967. Oil on canvas.
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John Armstrong, Green Pepper and Tomato, 1958. Oil on board.
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The Tarot Cards, Zush, 1976-79, MoMA: Drawings and Prints
Gift of Gloria Kirby Size: 29 x 17 ½" (73.6 x 44.5 cm) Medium: Torn and cut-and-pasted papers, black and colored inks and mirror on board
http://www.moma.org/collection/works/84956
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*person who has rich parents* you can do like anything you want in this world you can literally drop out of highschool and go to Europe for a decade and come back to build a family and start a small business but it's like you have to want it you can't just expect things to come to you without you putting the work in
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my favorite coworker told me the scenario she thinks of to fall asleep is she stumbles upon a baby sheep and has to raise it and it grows up and she has to shear it and she says she envisions shearing it so carefully that she always falls asleep at that part
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I think I would have really thrived as a Nantucket whaler’s wife…..I’m a professional yearner with a low sex drive, I love to be alone and have my space…..an intense emotional affair with another whaler’s wife while our husbands are at sea could have easily sustained me for decades
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just met a three month old pomeranian named horchata. her paw was the size of my fingertip. she looked like half a dandelion fluff
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