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Which brings me to the question of why we always 'fall' in love. One falls down steps, off ladders, into rivers and down mountains. If love is so wonderful, why don't we soar in love or climb in love?

Judith McNaught

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Judith McNaught
Age: 80
Born: 1944
Born: May 10
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Novelist
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San Luis Obispo
California
Mountain
Ladders
Steps
Soar
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Climb
Wonderful
Climbs
Fall
Mountains
Always
Falls
Love
Brings
Rivers

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