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a scrap of seventeenth-century sunlight compressed into dots and pixels,
Author:
Donna Tartt
Book:
The Goldfinch
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a scrap of seventeenth-century sunlight compressed into dots and pixels,
( Donna Tartt )
[ The Goldfinch ]
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