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Cold - cold as truth, cold as life. No, nothing can be as cold as life.

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
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Life
Weather
Cold
Truth

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