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“My dear, I think of you always and at night I build myself a warm nest of things I remember and float in your sweetness till morning.”

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Zelda Fitzgerald
Zelda Fitzgerald

Zelda Fitzgerald, a renowned American novelist, was born on July 24, 1900, and passed away on March 10, 1948. She is one of the representative figures of the Jazz Age in America, known for her unique literary style and lifestyle. more

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