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This is where you can find your soul if you dare. Where you can touch that part of you that you've never dared look at before. Do not come here and ask me to show you how to draw a face. Ask me to help you find the wind.
Laurie Halse Anderson
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Laurie Halse Anderson
Age: 62
Born: 1961
Born: October 23
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Laurie Beth Halse
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