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Sarah Weeks
Sarah Weeks

Sarah Weeks, born on March 18, 1955, is an American author known for her works in children's literature. She is particularly skilled in writing fantasy and adventure stories. Weeks' works have been well-received by readers and have won numerous awards in the field of children's literature. more

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