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Maybe I am becoming a hermit, opening the door for only a few special animals? Maybe my skull is too crowded and it has no opening through which to feed it soup?

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
Animals
Hermit
Door
Hermits
Doors
Skull
Becoming
Skulls
Special
Crowded
Animal
Soup
Maybe
Feed
Opening

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