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Wrinkles here and there seem unimportant compared to the Gestalt of the whole person I have become in this past year.

May Sarton

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May Sarton
Age: 83 †
Born: 1912
Born: May 3
Died: 1995
Died: July 16
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May Eleanor Sarton
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