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Edie Sedgwick

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When I knew her, she was not of this Earth. She was, indeed, never of this Earth. She was born of madness and suffering and declined into madness and suffering. But she had a period when the sun shone for her, when life was smiling. And she was smiling with it.
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Donald Lyons, in Edie : Girl On Fire (2006), David Weisman and Melissa Painter

 
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