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“Another day to be filled, to be lived silently, watching the sky and the lights on the wall. No one will come probably. I have no duties except to myself. That is not true. I have a duty to all who care for me — not to be a problem, not to be a burden. I must carry my age lightly for all our sakes, and thank God I still can. Oh that I may to the end.”

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Florida Scott-Maxwell

Florida Scott-Maxwell was an English playwright known for her profound portrayal of female characters and her sharp insight into social issues. Her works had a significant impact on the British theater scene in the early 20th century. more

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