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She perched on her windowsill, gazing at the lurid sun soaking into the Caldera, trying to appreciate it even though she couldn’t have it. Why did she always feel she had to do something in the face of beauty?

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Ann Brashares
Age: 57
Born: 1967
Born: July 30
Film Writer
Novelist
Writer
City of Alexandria
Virginia
Trying
Couldn
Something
Beauty
Windowsill
Always
Face
Lurid
Though
Perched
Faces
Soaking
Feel
Gazing
Feels
Appreciate
Even
Sun

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