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One's life, from being an exterior thing, grows inwards. Its intensity stays the same and, d'you know, it's most mysterious, the corners in which the joy of living can sometimes hide away.
Blaise Cendrars
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Blaise Cendrars
Age: 73 †
Born: 1887
Born: September 1
Died: 1961
Died: February 21
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French Foreign Legionnaire
Journalist
Librettist
Novelist
Poet
Travel Writer
War Correspondent
Writer
La Chaux-de-Fonds NE
Frédéric Louis Sauser
Frederic Louis Sauser
Frédéric Sauser
Blaise Cendrars (Frédéric Sauser)
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