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Those nights lying alone are not discontinuous with this cold hectic dawn. It is who I am.

Anne Carson

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Anne Carson
Age: 74
Born: 1950
Born: June 21
Linguist
Literary Critic
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City of Toronto
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Dawn
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Lying
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Discontinuous
Hectic
Nights

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