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| I know *what* I am:
I'm female. I'm 44 years old. I'm an ex-wife (twice). I'm a mother (once). I'm tall. I'm brunette. I'm an animal lover. I'm a computer graphics and webpage designer. I'm a writer. I'm a music lover. I'm a movie lover. I'm a vegetarian. I'm honest. I'm loyal. But *who* am I? Are *who I am* and *what I am* the same thing? Somehow I don't think so. It's a sad thing to look in the mirror and not know who you are. I've never run across a book, "Find Out Who You Are (By Answering 10 Easy Questions)". If you find a book like that, will you let me know? Maybe I'll never know who I am. Someday, when I die and I'm buried, on my tombstone will read my name, my birth date, my death date and, below that, an inscription: "Despite the statistics listed
above,
By: Jane Byron Dean
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