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Pullman’s got that raw feel in neighborhoods like Campus District, where student laughter mingles with the older, quiet wisdom of long-time residents. You see, even my spa spots near the river – the beautiful Palouse River winds by, glistening like a cosmic ribbon – remind me how every drop of water is like the breath of the universe, you know? Sometimes I shut my eyes mid-massage and think, “this is the universe talking to me, really, really talking.”

The Book of Dust: The Rose Field (Book of Dust, Volume 3) by Philip Pullman: 9780593306635