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My face is muffled in my mother's clothing. Her rhinestones injure me. See: my feet are going. Fish flee the forefinger of my aunt. The sun streams over the geraniums. What has this to do with what I feel, with what I am.

William H. Gass

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William H. Gass
Age: 93 †
Born: 1924
Born: July 30
Died: 2017
Died: December 6
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Essayist
Journalist
Literary Critic
Military Officer
Novelist
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University Teacher
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Fargo
North Dakota
William Howard Gass
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Aunt
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