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The horns came riding in like the rainbow masts of silver ships.
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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The most professional curse ever snarled or croaked or thundered can have no effect on a pure heart.
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