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Or perhaps it is some combination of spirit and desire, love and hope, some alchemy that we each possess and can put to use, if we first know where to look without flinching.

Libba Bray

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Libba Bray
Age: 60
Born: 1964
Born: March 11
Novelist
Writer
Texas
United States
Looks
Perhaps
First
Hope
Love
Desire
Use
Spirit
Flinching
Look
Alchemy
Firsts
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Without
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