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She would be half a planet away, floating in a turquoise sea, dancing by moonlight to flamenco guitar.

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
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Moonlight
Away
Floating
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Dancing
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Guitar
Sea
Planets
Flamenco
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Turquoise

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