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His life rushes onward in such torrential rhythm that...only angels and devils can catch the tempo of it.

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Anais Nin
Age: 73 †
Born: 1903
Born: February 21
Died: 1977
Died: January 14
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Angela Anaïs Juana Antolina Rosa Edelmira Nin y Culmell
Anais Nin
Angel
Torrential
Devil
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Life
Onward
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Devils
Angels
Catch
Rhythm

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