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We are raised to honor all the wrong explorers and discoverers thieves planting flags, murderers carrying crosses. Let us at last praise the colonizers of dreams.
Peter S. Beagle
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Peter S. Beagle
Age: 85
Born: 1939
Born: April 20
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