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Image of the quote is loading... SaveSave A life, a history, whole patterns of existence altered, simply by doing nothing. The silent lie. The act of omission. - Quote by Aminatta Forna

A life, a history, whole patterns of existence altered, simply by doing nothing. The silent lie. The act of omission.

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