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Did you know there are thirty-two names for love in one of the Eskimo languages? August said. And we just have this one. We are so limited, you have to use the same word.

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Sue Monk Kidd
Age: 76
Born: 1948
Born: August 12
Novelist
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Sylvester
Georgia
Love
Languages
Limited
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Eskimo
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August

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