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Ah, now, don't cry over lost years and forgetfulness. The tales tell what they can. The rest is for us to learn.

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Shannon Hale
Age: 50
Born: 1974
Born: January 26
Author
Fantasy Author
Novelist
Screenwriter
Writer
Salt Lake City
Utah
Lost
Tell
Years
Forgetfulness
Tales
Cry
Rest
Learn

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