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Out of the red and silver and the long cry of alarm to the poet who survives in all human beings, as the child survives in him to this poet she threw an unexpected ladder in the middle of the city and ordained, 'Climb!

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Anais Nin
Age: 73 †
Born: 1903
Born: February 21
Died: 1977
Died: January 14
Author
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Novelist
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Angela Anaïs Juana Antolina Rosa Edelmira Nin y Culmell
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