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art happens. It happens when you have the craft and the vocation and are waiting for something else, something extra, or maybe not waiting in any case it happens. It's the extra rabbit coming out of the hat, the one you didn't put there.

Margaret Atwood

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Margaret Atwood
Age: 84
Born: 1939
Born: November 18
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