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Reasons never matter, once Death comes cold and bold and takes the living by the hand. You count up your dead, every one.

Janet Morris

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Janet Morris
Age: 78
Born: 1946
Born: May 25
Author
Novelist
Science Fiction Writer
Boston
Massachusetts
Janet Ellen Morris
Janet E. Morris
Hands
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Reason
Cold
Matter
Dead
Every
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