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Writing was like digging coal. I sweat blood. The spell is on me.

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
Writing
Like
Spell
Digging
Spells
Coal
Sweat
Blood

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