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Perhaps an individual must consider his own death to be the final phenomenon of nature.

Stephen Crane

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Stephen Crane
Age: 81 †
Born: 1981
Born: November 1
Died: 1900
Died: June 5
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Baseball Player
Journalist
Novelist
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Newark
New Jersey
Johnston Smith
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