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I think of the flower in the bud: huddled, compressed, dark. Yet somehow it feels the night, knows moon from sun. It waits...waits.

Jerry Spinelli

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Jerry Spinelli
Age: 83
Born: 1941
Born: February 1
Novelist
Writer
Norristown
Pennsylvania
Moon
Flower
Waiting
Huddled
Dark
Compressed
Night
Bud
Feels
Waits
Think
Somehow
Thinking
Sun

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