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All observations of life are harsh, because life is. I lament that fact, but I cannot change it.

Margaret Atwood

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Margaret Atwood
Age: 85
Born: 1939
Born: November 18
Essayist
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Non-Fiction Writer
Novelist
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Science Fiction Writer
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Ottawa (Ontario)
Margaret Eleanor Atwood
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