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Elizabeth Hay Has Intelligence Coming Out Of Her Fingertips - Integrity, Insight, And Wonder In Every Paragraph Of Her Writing.she Connects. She Stirs And Provokes.

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Elizabeth Hay Has Intelligence

Timothy Findley

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Elizabeth Hay Has Intelligence Coming Out Of Her Fingertips - Integrity, Insight, And Wonder In Every Paragraph Of Her Writing.she Connects. She Stirs And Provokes.

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