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Here was the freedom I desired, long sought-for, not yet known Freedom to write, to walk, to wander, freedom to climb hills, to pull a boat, to be alone.

Daphne du Maurier

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Daphne du Maurier
Age: 81 †
Born: 1907
Born: May 13
Died: 1989
Died: April 19
Author
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Science Fiction Writer
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London
England
Dame Daphne du Maurier
Write
Pull
Writing
Hills
Long
Boat
Walk
Desired
Walks
Sought
Alone
Climb
Known
Climbs
Freedom
Wander

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