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We all have an old knot in the heart we wish to untie.

Michael Ondaatje

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Michael Ondaatje
Age: 81
Born: 1943
Born: September 12
Author
Novelist
Pedagogue
Poet
Screenwriter
University Teacher
Writer
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Love
Untie
Knot
Knots
Loss
Wish
Heart

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