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We all start out knowing magic. We are born with whirlwinds, forest fires, and comets inside us. We are born able to sing to birds and read the clouds and see our destiny in grains of sand. But then we get the magic educated right out of our souls.

Robert R. McCammon

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Robert R. McCammon
Age: 72
Born: 1952
Born: July 11
Novelist
Science Fiction Writer
Writer
Birmingham
Alabama
Robert Rick McCammon
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Right
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Able
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