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Then all this became history. Your hand found mine. Life rushed to my fingers like a blood clot. Oh, my carpenter, the fingers are rebuilt. They dance with yours.

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
Became
Clot
Blood
Rebuilt
Hand
Rushed
History
Carpenter
Found
Fingers
Hands
Mines
Life
Mine
Like
Dance

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