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You’re my change of skin / my summer-winter-fall / I spring to follow you / this loss is beautiful.
Maggie Stiefvater
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Maggie Stiefvater
Age: 42
Born: 1981
Born: November 18
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Harrisonburg
Virginia
Spring
Follow
Loss
Fall
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