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All relationships change the brain - but most important are the intimate bonds that foster or fail us, altering the delicate circuits that shape memories, emotions and that ultimate souvenir, the self.

Diane Ackerman

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Diane Ackerman
Age: 75
Born: 1948
Born: October 7
Author
Naturalist
Non-Fiction Writer
Poet
Screenwriter
Writer
Waukegan
Illinois
Failing
Delicate
Emotion
Intimate
Memories
Shape
Souvenir
Brain
Emotions
Souvenirs
Change
Relationships
Altering
Self
Fail
Circuits
Important
Shapes
Foster
Ultimate
Bonds

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