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A vocation is not something you slap on, like a coat of paint, and change whenever you want. A vocation is built into you. You have no choice. If you try to do something else, you fail.
Cinda Williams Chima
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Cinda Williams Chima
Age: 72
Born: 1952
Born: January 1
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