LOUISIANA IN SEPTEMBER was like an obscene phone call from nature. The air—moist, sultry, secretive, and far from fresh—felt as if it were being exhaled into one's face. Sometimes it even sounded like heavy breathing.

After everything he'd built, planned, fought for, fretted over, dreamed of, this was the summation of his life; one disappointing son and two suitcases.

We are all subject to the fates. But we must all act as if we are not,” said the witch, “or die of despair.

when we strive to become better than we are, everything around us becomes better, too.” “Well,

Written By Paulo Coelho

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