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I had the epiphany that laughter was light, and light was laughter, and that this was the secret of the universe.

Donna Tartt

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Donna Tartt
Age: 60
Born: 1963
Born: December 23
Novelist
Writer
Greenwood
Mississippi
Donna Louise Tartt
Epiphany
Laughter
Secret
Universe
Light

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