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But I plucked a new, different, worldly soul for myself -- maybe a soul I found in the spray thrown up by the surge of that distant African river as it plummets onto black rocks and sends up into the sun a permanent arc of a rainbow.

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