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I'm naive enough to think that love is always good no matter how long ago, no matter the circumstances.

Anne Michaels

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Anne Michaels
Age: 66
Born: 1958
Born: April 15
Novelist
Pedagogue
Poet
University Teacher
Writer
City of Toronto
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Important lessons: look carefully record what you see. Find a way to make beauty necessary find a way to make necessity beautiful.
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