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Our broken society is not born out of the triumph of the individual, but out of his effacement. He vanishes, she vanishes, ask them who they are and they will offer you a wallet or a child.
Jeanette Winterson
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Jeanette Winterson
Age: 67
Born: 1957
Born: August 27
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