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For so many years, for so long, I have been so many things, so many different men. But here, he said, so softly I could barely hear him, here in the dark, with you… I have no name.

Diana Gabaldon

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Diana Gabaldon
Age: 72
Born: 1952
Born: January 11
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Science Fiction Writer
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Williams
Arizona
Diana J. Gabaldon Perez
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Dark
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Softly
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Barely

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I do know it, my own. Let me tell ye in your sleep how much I love you. For there's no so much I can be saying to ye while ye wake, but the same poor words, again and again. While ye sleep in my arms, I can say things to ye that would be daft and silly waking, and your dreams will know the truth of them. Go back to sleep, mo duinne.
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