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Quote by Cynthia Rylant

“Rain could show up at your door and teach you how to dance.”

Quote by Cynthia Rylant

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Cynthia Rylant is an American author known for her children's literature. Born on June 6, 1954, she has been publishing books since the early 1980s that have been beloved by children. Rylant's writing style is unique and lyrical, winning her much acclaim. more

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