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But I'm always dreaming, even when I'm awake it is never finished. -the Lady Amalthea, from The Last Unicorn

Peter S. Beagle

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Peter S. Beagle
Age: 85
Born: 1939
Born: April 20
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Peter Soyer Beagle
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Sing to me, she said. That would be valiant, to raise your voice in this dark, lonely place, and it will be useful as well. Sing to me, sing loudly-drown out my dreams, keep me from remembering whatever wants me to remember it. Sing to me, my lord prince, if it please you. It may not seem a hero's task, but I would be glad of it.
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But what I thought, and what I still think, and always will, is that she saw me. Nobody else has ever seen me — me, Jenny Gluckstein — like that. Not my parents, not Julian, not even Meena. Love is one thing — recognition is something else.
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