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I’ve been wandering around all night—I couldn’t sleep—and I kept finding myself walking here. To you.

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Cassandra Clare
Age: 51
Born: 1973
Born: July 31
Author
Film Producer
Journalist
Novelist
Screenwriter
Writer
Teheran
Judith Rumelt
Night
Wandering
Around
Wander
Findings
Finding
Kept
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Walking
Sleep

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