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The trees called to me, urging me to abandon what I knew and vanish into the oncoming night. It was a desire that had been tugging me with disconcerting frequency these days.

Maggie Stiefvater

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Maggie Stiefvater
Age: 42
Born: 1981
Born: November 18
Novelist
Writer
Harrisonburg
Virginia
Called
Urging
Desire
Vanish
Night
Frequency
Abandon
Trees
Tree
Oncoming
Knew
Disconcerting
Days
Tugging

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