Nonfiction

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Nonfiction: What we are and have been, what we have made and unmade, built and destroyed, loved and regretted. Stories of our lives, our children, our cities, our beliefs, our lies. Painful. Fluid as the wind in autumn, tossing our pages across the fields. Who among us can stand back far enough to relate truth without the flavor of our limited understanding? What is truth?

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