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I am younger each year at the first snow. When I see it, suddenly, in the air, all little and white and moving then I am in love again and very young and I believe everything.

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
First
Year
Believe
White
Years
Moving
Love
Young
Littles
Younger
Little
Snow
Firsts
Suddenly
Everything
Air

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