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If I waited for perfection... I would never write a word.

Margaret Atwood

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Margaret Atwood
Age: 84
Born: 1939
Born: November 18
Essayist
Inventor
Literary Critic
Non-Fiction Writer
Novelist
Pedagogue
Poet
Science Fiction Writer
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Ottawa (Ontario)
Margaret Eleanor Atwood
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