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I like you your eyes are full of language. [Letter to Anne Clarke, July 3, 1964.]

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
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Clarke
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