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She is so naked and singular. She is the sum of yourself and your dream. Climb her like a monument, step after step. She is solid.

Anne Sexton

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Anne Sexton
Age: 45 †
Born: 1928
Born: November 9
Died: 1974
Died: October 4
Poet
Writer
Newton
Massachusetts
Anne Gray Harvey
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