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There was something unmistakably exultant about the mess that Rosa had made. Her bedroom-studio was at once the canvas, journal, museum, and midden of her life. She did not “decorate” it she infused it.

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Michael Chabon
Age: 61
Born: 1963
Born: May 24
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