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These are our few live seasons. Let us live them as purely as we can, in the present.

Annie Dillard

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Annie Dillard
Age: 79
Born: 1945
Born: April 30
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Essayist
Novelist
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University Teacher
Writer
Pittsburg
Pennsylvania
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Purely
Seasons
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