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At night I read and write, and things I have never understood become clear I reap the harvest of the rest of the year's planting

Annie Dillard

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