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What would dawn have been like, had you awakened? It would have sung through your bones. All I can do this morning is let it sing through mine.

Diane Ackerman

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Diane Ackerman
Age: 75
Born: 1948
Born: October 7
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Naturalist
Non-Fiction Writer
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Waukegan
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