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This title is printed to order. This book may have been self-published. If so, we cannot guarantee the quality of the content. In the main most books will have gone through the editing process however some may not. We therefore suggest that you be aware of this before ordering this book. If in doubt check either the author or publisher’s details as we are unable to accept any returns unless they are faulty. Please contact us if you have any questions.
Behind every face is a name, and every name has a story. They don’t all command headlines, but each of them matters. Their stories differ. Some are long; others are short. They move in all directions, at different speeds and intensities. Inevitably, they crisscross, intersect and collide.
Each man’s life touches so many other lives. When he isn’t around, he leaves an awful hole. Is it chance that the right people are at the right place at the right time when we need them?
Or does an unseen hand number our days and order our steps?
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This title is printed to order. This book may have been self-published. If so, we cannot guarantee the quality of the content. In the main most books will have gone through the editing process however some may not. We therefore suggest that you be aware of this before ordering this book. If in doubt check either the author or publisher’s details as we are unable to accept any returns unless they are faulty. Please contact us if you have any questions.
Behind every face is a name, and every name has a story. They don’t all command headlines, but each of them matters. Their stories differ. Some are long; others are short. They move in all directions, at different speeds and intensities. Inevitably, they crisscross, intersect and collide.
Each man’s life touches so many other lives. When he isn’t around, he leaves an awful hole. Is it chance that the right people are at the right place at the right time when we need them?
Or does an unseen hand number our days and order our steps?