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A kiss is like singing into someone's mouth.

Diane Ackerman

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Diane Ackerman
Age: 76
Born: 1948
Born: October 7
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Naturalist
Non-Fiction Writer
Poet
Screenwriter
Writer
Waukegan
Illinois
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