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That sun, that light had faded, and she had faded with them. Now she was as grey as the season itself.

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Anita Brookner
Age: 87 †
Born: 1928
Born: July 16
Died: 2016
Died: March 10
Art Historian
Novelist
University Teacher
Writer
London
England
Seasons
Sun
Light
Faded
Grey
Season

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