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The soul was not cured, it was as full as a clothes closet of dresses that did not fit.

Anne Sexton

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Anne Sexton
Age: 45 †
Born: 1928
Born: November 9
Died: 1974
Died: October 4
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Newton
Massachusetts
Anne Gray Harvey
Soul
Cured
Closet
Closets
Dresses
Fit
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Full

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