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“We all wish to be brave and strong in the face of disaster. We all wish to be looked up to for our endurance and efforts to help others.”

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Clarissa Pinkola Estes
Clarissa Pinkola Estes

Clarissa Pinkola Estes is an American poet born on January 27, 1945. Her works are characterized by a unique feminine perspective and rich mythological stories, which have won the favor of readers. more

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