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Why is life speeded up so? Why are things so terribly, unbearably precious that you can't enjoy them but can only wait breathless in dread of their going?
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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Englewood
New Jersey
Anne Lindbergh
Anne Morrow
Anne Spencer Morrow
Anne Spencer Morrow Lindbergh
Anne Spencer Lindbergh
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Him that I love, I wish to be free -- even from me.
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