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It began in mystery, and it will end in mystery, but what a savage and beautiful country lies in between.

Diane Ackerman

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Diane Ackerman
Age: 76
Born: 1948
Born: October 7
Author
Naturalist
Non-Fiction Writer
Poet
Screenwriter
Writer
Waukegan
Illinois
Mystery
Lying
Beautiful
Savage
Ends
Savages
Country
Vacation
Life
Began
Discovery
Lies

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