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I try to take care and be gentle to them. Words and eggs must be handled with care. Once broken they are impossible things to repair.

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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Repair
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Eggs
Things
Gentle
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Impossible
Words
Care
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Handled

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