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Beauty was empty as a gourd, vain as a parakeet. But it had power. It smelled of musk and oranges and made you close your eyes in a prayer.

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
Empty
Parakeet
Close
Parakeets
Prayer
Gourds
Beauty
Musk
Eyes
Oranges
Eye
Smelled
Power
Orange
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Gourd

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