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We heal up through being loved, and through loving others. We don't heal by forming a secret society of one - by assessing about the only other 'one' we might admit, and being doomed to disappointment.
Jeanette Winterson
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Jeanette Winterson
Age: 67
Born: 1957
Born: August 27
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