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“She had acquired some of his gypsy ways, some of his nonchalance, his bohemian indiscipline. She had swung with him into the disorders of strewn clothes, spilled cigarette ashes, slipping into bed all dressed, falling asleep thus, indolence, timelessness...A region of chaos and moonlight. She liked it there.”

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Anais Nin
Anais Nin

Anais Nin, born on February 21, 1903, in Madrid, Spain, and died on January 14, 1977, in Los Angeles, United States, was a renowned American author. Known for her unique introspective writing and dreamlike narrative style, her works include 'Henry Miller's Desires'. more

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