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| 0995363 | Soon the maroon-throated howls would echo back from the other trees, father down the beach, until the whole jungle filled with roaring trees. As it was in the beginning, so it is every morning of the world. | lacuna monkeys trees | Barbara Kingsolver | |
| a42c9b3 | The giant beech next door intends to shiver off every hair of its pelt. | historical-fiction kingsolver lacuna méxico | Barbara Kingsolver |