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The sea is mother-death and she is a mighty female, the one who wins, the one who sucks us all up.

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
Mighty
Sea
Female
Winning
Death
Mother
Sucks
Wins

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