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Silence, that inspired dealer, takes the day's deck, the life, all in a crazy heap, lays it out, and plays its flawless hand of solitaire, every card in place. Scoops them up, and does it all over again.

Patricia Hampl

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Patricia Hampl
Age: 78
Born: 1946
Born: March 12
Memoirist
Writer
St Paul
Minnesota
Life
Crazy
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Writing was the soul of everything else ... Wanting to be a writer was wanting to be a person.
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The cold was our pride, the snow was our beauty. It fell and fell, lacing day and night together in a milky haze, making everything quieter as it fell, so that winter seemed to partake of religion in a way no other season did, hushed, solemn.
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I come from people who have always been polite enough to feel that nothing has ever happened to them.
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You can’t put much on paper before you betray your secret self, try as you will to keep things civil.
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