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We have to divide mother love with our brothers and sisters. Our parents can help us cope with the loss of our dream of absolute love. But they cannot make us believe that we haven't lost it.

Judith Viorst

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Judith Viorst
Age: 93
Born: 1931
Born: February 2
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