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All the small, simple, conscious acts of living a sudden defense against the dying we do every day.

Libba Bray

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Libba Bray
Age: 60
Born: 1964
Born: March 11
Novelist
Writer
Texas
United States
Conscious
Dying
Small
Simple
Living
Every
Sudden
Acts
Defense

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People always fear what they don't understand, Evangeline. History proves that.
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Will you punish me forever?
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We've barley stepped into the bright glow of the realms when everything goes dark.
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