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Don't hoard the past. Don't cherish anything. Burn it. The artist is the phoenix who burns to emerge.

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
Burn
Artist
Past
Anything
Hoard
Phoenix
Burns
Emerge
Cherish

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