Robin Brown
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Megalodon
3 editions
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1981
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The Secret Society: Cecil John Rhodes’s Plans for a New World Order
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Vampire Metropolis
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Marco Polo: The Incredible Journey
3 editions
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2005
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Marco Polo: Journey to the End of the Earth
5 editions
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2007
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Secrets of the Springs: Warm Mineral Springs and Little Salt Spring
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Blood Ivory: The Massacre of the African Elephant
6 editions
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2007
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Seeking to Understand A Journey into Disability Studies and Libraries
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The lure of the dolphin
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Shark
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1983
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“I loved my mother like I love the moon—for just existing. Despite all her scars and changes, despite her cyclical darkness, she couldn’t help but mirror the light of life itself.”
― Glitter Saints: The Cosmic Art of Forgiveness, a Memoir
― Glitter Saints: The Cosmic Art of Forgiveness, a Memoir
“Maybe at the end of our lives we get a Ferris-Wheel vantage of the whole tapestry, the quilt laid flat, answering for its complexity. At the beginning we’re handed frayed and stained flowery bed sheets, a scrap of polka-dots, a snatch of strawberry print. Tattered as they are, there’s some sustaining sweetness in there.
The oldest pioneer quilts conceal bits of paper batting between their threadbare layers: postcards, recipes, clipped snippets of newspaper poetry. Every spare material had a part to play, fragments of experience and feeling arranged in a repeating pattern, little sewn sound bytes spinning ordered fractals.”
― Glitter Saints: The Cosmic Art of Forgiveness, a Memoir
The oldest pioneer quilts conceal bits of paper batting between their threadbare layers: postcards, recipes, clipped snippets of newspaper poetry. Every spare material had a part to play, fragments of experience and feeling arranged in a repeating pattern, little sewn sound bytes spinning ordered fractals.”
― Glitter Saints: The Cosmic Art of Forgiveness, a Memoir
“So many sunrises and sunsets have to happen to achieve a certain hue or perspective that didn’t exist before. That we can hold in our hands or wear upon our breast as evidence of our own weathering, talismans of our survival.”
― Glitter Saints: The Cosmic Art of Forgiveness, a Memoir
― Glitter Saints: The Cosmic Art of Forgiveness, a Memoir
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