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Time that withers you will wither me. We will fall like ripe fruit and roll down the grass together. Dear friend, let me lie beside you watching the clouds until the earth covers us and we are gone.
Jeanette Winterson
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Jeanette Winterson
Age: 67
Born: 1957
Born: August 27
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