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The only and absolute perfect union of two is when a baby hangs suspended in its mother's womb, like a tiny madman in a padded cell, attached to her, feeling her blood and hormones, and moods play through its body, feeling her feelings.

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Diane Ackerman
Age: 76
Born: 1948
Born: October 7
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Non-Fiction Writer
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