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Beauty is at its most poignant when the cold hand of Death holds poised to wither it imminently.

Jacqueline Carey

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Jacqueline Carey
Age: 60
Born: 1964
Born: January 1
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Highland Park
Illinois
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Cold
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Beauty
Death
Hands
Poised
Wither
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