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She groped forward, hands and feet, in search of darkness, distance and solitude.

Kristin Cashore

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Kristin Cashore
Age: 48
Born: 1976
Born: June 10
Novelist
Writer
Boston
Massachusetts
Forward
Darkness
Feet
Hands
Groped
Search
Solitude
Distance

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