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She grew more and more silent about what really mattered. She curled inside herself like one of those black chimney brushes, the little shellfish you see on the beach, and you touch them, and then go inside and don’t come out.

Janet Frame

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Janet Frame
Age: 79 †
Born: 1924
Born: August 28
Died: 2004
Died: January 29
Author
Essayist
Novelist
Poet
Short Story Writer
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Dunedin
New Zealand
Janet Paterson Frame
Janet Paterson Frame Clutha
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Chimneys
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