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Words,words filled the night like the fragrance of invisible flowers.

Cornelia Funke

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Cornelia Funke
Age: 66
Born: 1958
Born: December 10
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Fragrance
Flowers
Invisible
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Flower
Words
Night

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The truth's not pretty of course. No one likes to look it in the face.
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