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I talk too much because I have been made so miserable by what you are keeping hushed.

Djuna Barnes

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Djuna Barnes
Age: 90 †
Born: 1892
Born: June 12
Died: 1982
Died: June 18
Journalist
Novelist
Playwright
Poet
Writer
Cornwall on Hudson
New York
Lydia Steptoe
Hushed
Keeping
Miserable
Talk
Much
Made

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