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Silence too can be indiscreet.
Natalie Clifford Barney
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Natalie Clifford Barney
Age: 95 †
Born: 1876
Born: October 31
Died: 1972
Died: February 2
Novelist
Playwright
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Salonnière
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Dayton
Ohio
Indiscreet
Silence
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