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The night is a skin pulled over the head of day that the day may be in torment.

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
Torment
Pulled
Skin
Skins
Head
Night
May

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