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I came of age reading Kurt Vonnegut, and I inhaled his books. This text is from one I hadn’t heard of – Palm Sunday: An Autobiographical Collage [1]. And though Los Angeles probably doesn’t count, his description of the seasons is perfect.
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I came of age reading Kurt Vonnegut, and I inhaled his books. This text is from one I hadn’t heard of – Palm Sunday: An Autobiographical Collage [1]. And though Los Angeles probably doesn’t count, his description of the seasons is perfect.