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Our life is a faint tracing on the surface of mystery.
Annie Dillard
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Annie Dillard
Age: 79
Born: 1945
Born: April 30
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Pittsburg
Pennsylvania
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The secret is not to write about what you love best, but about what you, alone, love at all.
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I think the dying pray at the last not please, but thank you, as a guest thanks his host at the door.
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