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Her Blue Body Everything We Know: Earthling Poems 1965-1990 Complete

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Alice Walker
Alice Walker

Alice Walker is a renowned American author born on February 9, 1944. Her works are known for their profound social criticism and feminist ideas, with notable titles including 'The Color Purple' and 'Beloved'. more

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