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Surely until all of us own and honor one another's dead, until we have admitted to our murders and forgiven one another and ourselves for what we have done, there can be no truce, no dignity and no peace.

Alexandra Fuller

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Alexandra Fuller
Age: 55
Born: 1969
Born: January 1
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