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[To] me organized religion, the formalities and routines, [is] like being marched in formation to look at a sunset.

John D. MacDonald

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John D. MacDonald
Age: 69 †
Born: 1916
Born: January 1
Died: 1986
Died: January 1
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Pennsylvania
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