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Oh, that river of wishes, the slippery crocodile dream of it, how it might have carried my body down through all the glittering sand bars to the sea.
Barbara Kingsolver
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Barbara Kingsolver
Age: 69
Born: 1955
Born: April 8
Essayist
Novelist
Poet
Writer
Annapolis
Maryland
Wish
Slippery
Dream
Wishes
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Carried
Might
Sand
River
Bars
Crocodile
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Sea
Glittering
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