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Their silence comfortable. Something unfolding. But what? Not love, which wrenched and wounded. Not love, which came only once.

Annie Proulx

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Annie Proulx
Age: 89
Born: 1935
Born: August 22
Author
Journalist
Librettist
Non-Fiction Writer
Novelist
Screenwriter
Norwich
Connecticut
E. Annie Proulx
E.A. Proulx
Edna Annie Proulx
Edna Ann Proulx
Love
Wrenched
Unfolding
Wounded
Comfortable
Silence
Came
Something

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