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I dreamed I was a single moment in a single day. A note struck and vanished. A sounding. A reckoning. Gone.
Jeanette Winterson
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Jeanette Winterson
Age: 67
Born: 1957
Born: August 27
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Film Producer
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Science Fiction Writer
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Manchester
England
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