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You can pretend for a long time, but one day it all falls away and you are alone. We are alone in the most beautiful place in the world.

Jean Rhys

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Jean Rhys
Age: 88 †
Born: 1890
Born: August 24
Died: 1979
Died: May 14
Novelist
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Ella Gwendolen Rees Williams
Ella Rees Williams
Time
Falls
World
Pretend
Alone
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Away
Place
Beautiful
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