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Even the one moment that you thought was your eternity fades out and is forgotten and dies.

Jean Rhys

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Jean Rhys
Age: 88 †
Born: 1890
Born: August 24
Died: 1979
Died: May 14
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Ella Gwendolen Rees Williams
Ella Rees Williams
Even
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Eternity
Dies
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Moments
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