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The very utterness of the crash and ruin, the desperation of the case, might be its hope. On ruins one can begin to build. Anyhow, looking out from ruins one clearly sees there are no obstructing walls.

Rose Macaulay

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Rose Macaulay
Age: 77 †
Born: 1881
Born: April 1
Died: 1958
Died: October 30
Author
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Rugby
Warwickshire
Emilie Rose Macaulay
Dame Emilie Rose Macaulay
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Ruin
Wall
Crash
Cases
Walls
Challenges
Ruins
Looking
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Clearly
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