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“Rose-colored glasses are never made in bifocals. Nobody wants to read the small print in dreams.”

Quote by Ann Landers

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Ann Landers
Ann Landers

Ann Landers, born Eppie Lederer, was a renowned American columnist. She was born on July 4, 1918, and passed away on June 22, 2002. Known for her warm tone and practical advice, Ann Landers provided guidance on relationships, career development, and personal growth to her readers. Her column was beloved by many and became a part of American culture. more

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