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I realize more and more how instinctively pessimistic I am of all human kindness -- since I am always so bowled over by it -- and am never surprised by injustice, malice or personal attack.
Dawn Powell
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Dawn Powell
Age: 68 †
Born: 1896
Born: November 28
Died: 1965
Died: November 14
Journalist
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Mount Gilead
Ohio
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Kindness
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