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As contagion of sickness makes sickness, contagion of trust can make trust.
Marianne Moore
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Marianne Moore
Age: 84 †
Born: 1887
Born: November 15
Died: 1972
Died: February 5
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Marianne Moore
Marianne Craig Moore
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