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Legacies : Stories

Legacies : Stories Paperback - 1998

by Starling Lawrence

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Starling Lawrence's evocative and subtle stories are about illuminations that alter the course of ordinary lives, about moments where the known world is dissolved in fierce recognition.

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Norton & Company, Incorporated, W. W., 1998. Paperback. Good. Disclaimer:A copy that has been read, but remains in clean condition. All pages are intact, and the cover is intact. The spine may show signs of wear. Pages can include limited notes and highlighting, and the copy can include previous owner inscriptions. At ThriftBooks, our motto is: Read More, Spend Less.Dust jacket quality is not guaranteed.
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  • Title Legacies : Stories
  • Author Starling Lawrence
  • Binding Paperback
  • Condition Used - Good
  • Pages 256
  • Volumes 1
  • Language ENG
  • Publisher Norton & Company, Incorporated, W. W.
  • Date 1998
  • Features Table of Contents
  • Bookseller's Inventory # G0393318699I3N00
  • ISBN 9780393318692 / 0393318699
  • Weight 0.68 lbs (0.31 kg)
  • Dimensions 8.38 x 5.58 x 0.63 in (21.29 x 14.17 x 1.60 cm)
  • Library of Congress Catalog Number 96083172
  • Dewey Decimal Code FIC

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For most of the year he could not see the house at all; it was hidden from the farm, first by the shoulder of the hill and then by the rows of hardwood trees along the drive, so that even in the far corner of the field, as he turned the tractor up out of the wet swale and onto that curious little hump, the smell of fresh hay so strong it almost choked him, he would look up, as if out of a mirror or a photograph taken from his own bedroom window long ago, and see nothing but a far curtain of green, oblique, as the trees followed the course of the drive up that sloping lawn below the terraces.