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About BR Kingsolver
After living all over the US and exploring the world--from Amsterdam to the Romanian Alps, and Russia to the Rocky Mountains--Kingsolver, a passionate lifetime skier, currently spends time writing and enjoying the view in Albuquerque. With an education in nursing and biology and a Master's degree in business, Kingsolver has done everything from construction to newspaper editor and silversmith to computers.
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