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Whenever she turned her steep focus to me, I felt the warmth that flowers must feel when they bloom through the snow, under the first concentrated rays of the sun.

Janet Fitch

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Janet Fitch
Age: 69
Born: 1955
Born: November 9
Author
Journalist
Novelist
University Teacher
Writer
LA
California
Janet Elizabeth Fitch
Focus
Rays
Felt
Warmth
Firsts
Flowers
First
Snow
Feel
Whenever
Must
Turned
Steep
Feels
Sun
Concentrated
Flower
Bloom

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