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I was not 15 anymore, and choices no longer had that same clear, bright edge to them.

Geraldine Brooks

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Geraldine Brooks
Age: 69
Born: 1955
Born: September 14
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Journalist
Novelist
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Sydney
NSW
Anymore
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Choices
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