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In nature forms are endlessly being destroyed and then recreated and destroyed and recreated. Nature isn't afraid to destroy forms in the process of regenerating. So why are we afraid of that in life?

Nicole Krauss

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Nicole Krauss
Age: 50
Born: 1974
Born: August 18
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Novelist
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Manhattan borough
New York City
Afraid
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Nature
Regenerating
Life
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Endlessly
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... as a rule of thumb, whenever there appears a plural, correct for a singular. Should I ever let slip a royal WE, put me out of my misery with a swift blow to the head.
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