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There it is, the sea, the most incomprehensible of non-human existences.

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Clarice Lispector
Age: 56 †
Born: 1920
Born: December 10
Died: 1977
Died: December 9
Journalist
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Novelist
Screenwriter
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Writer
Chechelnik
Helen Palmer
Teresa Quadros
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Incomprehensible
Sea
Existence
Human
Humans

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