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This is what art is all about. It is weaving fabric from the feathers you have plucked from your own breast. But no one must ever see the process - only the finished bolt of goods. They must never suspect that that crimson thread running through the pattern is blood.

Katherine Paterson

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Katherine Paterson
Age: 92
Born: 1932
Born: October 31
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Katherine Womeldorf Paterson
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