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Nature is more like a seesaw than a crystal, a never-ending conga line of bold moves and corrections.

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
Nature
Crystal
Never
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