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I thought how tenuous the links were between mother and children between friends family things you think are eternal. Everything could be lost more easily than anyone could imagine.

Janet Fitch

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Janet Fitch
Age: 68
Born: 1955
Born: November 9
Author
Journalist
Novelist
University Teacher
Writer
LA
California
Janet Elizabeth Fitch
Everything
Eternal
Children
Imagine
Things
Anyone
Think
Friends
Thinking
Family
Lost
Tenuous
Mother
Links
Thought
Easily

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