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It is in the middle of misery that so much becomes clear. The one who says, 'Nothing good came of this' is not yet listening.
Clarissa Pinkola Estes
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Clarissa Pinkola Estes
Age: 79
Born: 1945
Born: January 27
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Indiana
United States
Clarissa Pinkola Estes
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