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In the early years of the Uprising, we survived on one meal a day of horse meat and soup, but by the end we ate only dried peas, dogs, cats and birds.

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
Meat
Uprising
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Meal
Dog
Soup
Horse
Cats
Bird
Survived
Early
Meals
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Birds
Dried
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Dogs
Peas

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