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What is plucked will grow again, What is slain lives on, What is stolen will remain-- What is gone is gone.

Peter S. Beagle

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Peter S. Beagle
Age: 85
Born: 1939
Born: April 20
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Manhattan borough
New York City
Peter Soyer Beagle
Remain
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Grows
Gone
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Plucked
Slain
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Don't be afraid. Don't be afraid of anything. Whatever you have been, you are mine now. I can hold you.
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The unicorn lived in a lilac wood, and she lived all alone. She was very old, though she did not know it, and she was no longer the careless color of sea foam but rather the color of snow falling on a moonlit night. But her eyes were still clear and unwearied, and she still moved like a shadow on the sea.
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