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The farther north you go, the fewer fruits and vegetables there are. What kind of apple trees do you suggest the Inuit get their apples from? And how much oil is expended transporting such things out there? It's an equation.
Margaret Atwood
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Margaret Atwood
Age: 84
Born: 1939
Born: November 18
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Ottawa (Ontario)
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