The wind cut like a knife up here, and shrilled in the night like a mother mourning her slain children.
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- Nationality: american
- Born: September 20, 1948
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The knot of her hands and the pulses in her throat rejected any possibility that their meeting might be a casual one. But, of course, she could not explain, nor was her face of any more assistance than her tongue; in fact, as she herself knew, in moments of stress she could resemble a congested turkey.
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