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I am alone here in my own mind. There is no map and there is no road. It is one of a kind just as yours is.

Anne Sexton

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Anne Sexton
Age: 45 †
Born: 1928
Born: November 9
Died: 1974
Died: October 4
Poet
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Newton
Massachusetts
Anne Gray Harvey
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Mind
Maps
Road
Alone

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