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That which is possible is inevitable.

William Carlos Williams

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William Carlos Williams
Age: 79 †
Born: 1883
Born: September 17
Died: 1963
Died: March 4
Autobiographer
Literary Critic
Physician
Physician Writer
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Inevitable
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Dissonance / (if you are interested) / leads to discovery.
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Sure love is cruel and selfish and totally obtuse-- at least, blinded by the light, young love is.
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