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So this was fame at last! Nothing but a vast debt to be paid to the world in energy, blood, and time.

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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