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Love's lengthways splits the heart in two - the heart where you are, the heart where you want to be.

Jeanette Winterson

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Jeanette Winterson
Age: 67
Born: 1957
Born: August 27
Author
Film Producer
Journalist
Novelist
Prosaist
Science Fiction Writer
Screenwriter
Short Story Writer
Writer
Manchester
England
Splits
Two
Heart
Love

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the power of a text is not time-bound. The words go on doing their work.
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