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Really rather fascinating, you know,' he confided, and I recognized, with an internal sigh, the song of the scholar, as identifying a sound as the terr-whit! of a thrush.

Diana Gabaldon

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Diana Gabaldon
Age: 72
Born: 1952
Born: January 11
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Diana J. Gabaldon Perez
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