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I am lithe, but fragile from constant involuntary self-analysis.

Mary MacLane

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Mary MacLane
Age: 48 †
Born: 1881
Born: May 1
Died: 1929
Died: August 6
Film Actor
Historian
Memoirist
Writer
Winnipeg
Manitoba
Lithe
Involuntary
Fragile
Analysis
Constant
Self

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