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Goodbye, I whisper at last, when it no longer matters and there is no one to hear it but the window.

Libba Bray

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Libba Bray
Age: 60
Born: 1964
Born: March 11
Novelist
Writer
Texas
United States
Matters
Window
Longer
Hear
Lasts
Last
Matter
Whisper
Goodbye

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