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Before exulatation had vanished, I felt as if I had been granted a marvellous privilege. Out of the inscrutable waters a beautiful fish had somehow leaped to show me fleetingly the life and spirit of his element.

Zane Grey

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Zane Grey
Age: 67 †
Born: 1872
Born: January 31
Died: 1939
Died: October 23
Author
Baseball Player
Dentist
Film Producer
Novelist
Poet
Screenwriter
Writer
Zanesville
Ohio
Life
Sea
Element
Fleetingly
Elements
Fish
Leaped
Show
Fishes
Inscrutable
Water
Boat
Vanished
Felt
Granted
Marvellous
Spirit
Somehow
Waters
Shows
Privilege
Lakes
Beautiful
Rivers
Fishing

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