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We lie in each other's arms eyes shut and fingers open and all the colors of the world pass through our bodies like strings of fire.

Marge Piercy

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Marge Piercy
Age: 88
Born: 1936
Born: March 31
Activist
Climate Activist
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Science Fiction Writer
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Detroit
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