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Brown bird welcomes white wave. Wander no more, dear traveler.
Ann Aguirre
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Ann Aguirre
Age: 54
Born: 1970
Born: August 27
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Science Fiction Writer
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the United States of America
Ellen Connor
Ava Gray
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