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Three things differentiate living from the soul verses living from the ego only: the ability to sense and learn new ways, the tenacity to ride a rough road, and the patience to learn deep love over time.
Clarissa Pinkola Estes
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Clarissa Pinkola Estes
Age: 79
Born: 1945
Born: January 27
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