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Summary of Maggie Doyne's Between the Mountain and the Sky
Everest Media
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Éditeur:
Everest Media LLC
Everest Media LLC
Protection:
Filigrane
Filigrane
Année de parution:
2022
2022
ISBN-13:
9781669386254
Description:
Please note: This is a companion version & not the original book.
Sample Book Insights:
#1 I would often end up in places like this - back pockets of the world where less desirable things and people are crammed away. I was always shocked by the sight of children working, smiling, in some places.
#2 I meet my friend in the orange dress again, and we walk to the other side of the river. We say goodbye, and I continue on my journey. I know with certainty that I’ll see her again.
#3 I grew up in a blue split-level house in New Jersey with two sisters, progressive, earthy parents, and a trampoline bigger than the mud huts where people sleep in Nepal. I was grateful for everything I had, but I couldn’t help but feel like something was missing.
#4 I met Sunita at Ramana’s, and we planned to go to her village together. We trekked for days, up, up, up, across the thigh-melting summit of Maha Bua, and down, almost stumbling onto her village. It appeared behind a thick, glassy plate of sunshine.
Sample Book Insights:
#1 I would often end up in places like this - back pockets of the world where less desirable things and people are crammed away. I was always shocked by the sight of children working, smiling, in some places.
#2 I meet my friend in the orange dress again, and we walk to the other side of the river. We say goodbye, and I continue on my journey. I know with certainty that I’ll see her again.
#3 I grew up in a blue split-level house in New Jersey with two sisters, progressive, earthy parents, and a trampoline bigger than the mud huts where people sleep in Nepal. I was grateful for everything I had, but I couldn’t help but feel like something was missing.
#4 I met Sunita at Ramana’s, and we planned to go to her village together. We trekked for days, up, up, up, across the thigh-melting summit of Maha Bua, and down, almost stumbling onto her village. It appeared behind a thick, glassy plate of sunshine.
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