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I played the clarinet, and my sister played the violin... If wed had the discipline and the passion, maybe we could have been good.

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Sara Zarr
Age: 54
Born: 1970
Born: October 3
Novelist
Writer
Cleveland
Ohio
Good
Clarinet
Violin
Sister
Played
Discipline
Maybe
Passion

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. . .There are certain people who come into your life, and leave a mark. . . Their place in your heart is tender a bruise of longing, a pulse of unfinished business. Just hearing their names pushes and pulls at you in a hundred ways, and when you try to define those hundred ways, describe them even to yourself, words are useless.
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In a way, “failure” is just another word for “the journey,” for not being there yet but on the way. It’s the road we walk on to get wherever it is we’re trying to go.
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