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You search, you break your heart, your back, your brain, and then-and only then-it is handed to you.

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Annie Dillard
Age: 79
Born: 1945
Born: April 30
Author
Essayist
Novelist
Poet
University Teacher
Writer
Pittsburg
Pennsylvania
Annie Dillard Doak
Handed
Search
Break
Brain
Back
Heart

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