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I walked out to brood on this life of ours, which seems from birth to death to be a steady loss, disguised by sudden gains and happiness, which persuade us of good fortune, when all the while the glass is emptying.
Jeanette Winterson
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Jeanette Winterson
Age: 67
Born: 1957
Born: August 27
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