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There comes a turning point in intense physical struggle where one abandons oneself to a profligate usage of strength and bodily resource, ignoring the costs until the struggle is over. Women find this point in childbirth men in battle.

Diana Gabaldon

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Diana Gabaldon
Age: 72
Born: 1952
Born: January 11
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