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The punctuation of anniversaries is terrible, like the closing of doors, one after another between you and what you want to hold on to.

Anne Morrow Lindbergh

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Anne Morrow Lindbergh
Age: 94 †
Born: 1906
Born: June 22
Died: 2001
Died: February 7
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New Jersey
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Anne Spencer Morrow
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