“And in the morning, long before the child stirs, I hear the gulls and I think about the tomato-red pickup truck cruising the coastal road between Hampton Beach and Rye Harbour; I hear the raucous, embattled crows, whose shrill disruptions and harangues remind me that I have awakened in the real world–in the world I know afterall.”

–John Irving, A Prayer for Owen Meany


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