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Every day, every day I hear enough to fill a year of nights with wondering.

Denise Levertov

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Denise Levertov
Age: 74 †
Born: 1923
Born: October 24
Died: 1997
Died: December 20
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Ilford
London
Priscilla D Levertoff
Priscilla Denise Levertoff
Priscilla Denise Levertov
Year
Night
Enough
Every
Wondering
Years
Nights
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Wonder

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