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It was our favorite part of the day, this in-between time, and it always seemed to last longer than it should--a magic and lavender space unpinned from the hours around it, between worlds.

Paula McLain

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Paula McLain
Age: 59
Born: 1965
Born: October 7
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Fresno
California
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