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She was like a lone angel floating above the surface of the earth, laughing with delight because she could fly but crying out of loneliness.

Markus Zusak

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Markus Zusak
Age: 50
Born: 1975
Born: January 1
Novelist
Writer
Sydney
NSW
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Crying
Loneliness
Delight
Surface
Angel
Cry
Laughing
Lone
Earth
Floating

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