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A loving soul was always more beautiful over the long haul, but actual prettiness was fleeting.

Ann Brashares

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Ann Brashares
Age: 57
Born: 1967
Born: July 30
Film Writer
Novelist
Writer
City of Alexandria
Virginia
Long
Always
Prettiness
Haul
Fleeting
Actual
Loving
Beautiful
Soul

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All my life, everybody has seen me a certain way. What do you see?
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What happened to me by myself felt partly dreamed, partly imagined, definitely shifted and warped by my own fears and wants. But who knows? Maybe there is more truth in how you feel than in what actually happens.
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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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