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There is no one as dangerous as he or she who has nothing to lose.

Rebecca Solnit

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Rebecca Solnit
Age: 63
Born: 1961
Born: June 26
Art Historian
Author
Environmentalist
Journalist
Writer
Bridgeport
Connecticut
Nihilism
Lose
Dangerous
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Nothing

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