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She may know a little, may think of herself, face and body, as ‘pretty’…but he could never tell her all the rest, how many other living things, birds, nights smelling of grass and rain, sunlit moments of simple peace, also gather in what she is to him.

Thomas Pynchon

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Thomas Pynchon
Age: 87
Born: 1937
Born: May 8
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Glen Cove
New York
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