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”My cedars had become my closest friend over the years. They had each learned to survive in the thin air and soil, getting little substance and needing less. “

“I listened to the sound of the morning chants rising up from the main temple, the numbing monotony that was supposed to focus the chanter on nothingness—and did”

“Undercover is a lie. You start by hiding who you are, and you hide it and hide it while you become the other people, and then you want your own identity again, but you can’t find it.”

— :  Don Winslow, Way Down on the High Lonely


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