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The world has been forced to its knees. Unhappily, we seldom find our way there without being beaten to it by suffering.
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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