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Umberto EcoAbout author
- Author's profession: Novelist, Philosopher
- Nationality: italian
- Born: January 5, 1932
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The morning air was like a new dress. That made her feel the apron tied around her waist. She untied it and flung it on a low bush beside the road and walked on, picking flowers and making a bouque? From now on until death she was going to have flower dust and springtime sprinkled over everything.
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