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Suffering for love is how I have learned practically everything I know, love of grandmother up and on.
Djuna Barnes
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Djuna Barnes
Age: 90 †
Born: 1892
Born: June 12
Died: 1982
Died: June 18
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Cornwall on Hudson
New York
Lydia Steptoe
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Suffering
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