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The soul knows no greater anguish than to take a breath that begins with love and ends with grief.

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Steven Erikson
Age: 65
Born: 1959
Born: October 7
Anthropologist
Archaeologist
Novelist
Writer
City of Toronto
Steve Rune Lundin
Steve Lundin
Grief
Greater
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Soul
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Love
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Breaths
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