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To Grace, these were the things that mattered: my hands on her cheeks, my lips on her mouth. The fleeting touches that meant I loved her.

Maggie Stiefvater

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Maggie Stiefvater
Age: 43
Born: 1981
Born: November 18
Novelist
Writer
Harrisonburg
Virginia
Loved
Touches
Hands
Fleeting
Things
Cheeks
Mouth
Mouths
Lips
Meant
Grace
Mattered

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