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Love so sprang at her, she honestly thought no one had ever looked into it. Where was it in literature? Someone would have written something. She must not have recognized it. Time to read everything again.

Annie Dillard

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Annie Dillard
Age: 79
Born: 1945
Born: April 30
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University Teacher
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Pittsburg
Pennsylvania
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