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. . . he felt himself entering a moment so real he could only run toward it, shouting.

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Michael Cunningham
Age: 72
Born: 1952
Born: November 6
Novelist
Poet
Screenwriter
University Teacher
Writer
Cincinnati
Ohio
Moments
Real
Shouting
Entering
Toward
Moment
Felt
Running

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