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Now and then sprays of rain flew over and misted our faces. Every time I refused to wipe away the wetness. It made the world seem so alive to me. I couldn't help but envy the way a good storm got everyone's attention.
Sue Monk Kidd
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Sue Monk Kidd
Age: 76
Born: 1948
Born: August 12
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