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The nearest I'd come to feeling anything like God was the plan blue cloudless sky and a certain silence, but how do you pray to that?

Janet Fitch

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Janet Fitch
Age: 68
Born: 1955
Born: November 9
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Journalist
Novelist
University Teacher
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LA
California
Janet Elizabeth Fitch
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