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Jean Charles Watson born in Croix des Bouquets (Haiti). Poet, Novelli, he studied literature in normal school and Higher sosioloji faculty ethnology. He has published numerous articles on Marie Chauvet, Hector Hyppolite and Dany Lafferriere.
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