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I love forms beyond my own, and regret the borders between us

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Loren Eiseley
Age: 69 †
Born: 1907
Born: September 3
Died: 1977
Died: July 9
Anthropologist
Naturalist
Philosopher
Poet
Science Writer
Lincoln
Nebraska
Forms
Regret
Beyond
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Love
Borders

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