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The future is a fog that is still hanging out over the sea, a boat that floats home or does not. The trade winds blow me, and I do not know where the land is the waves fold over each other they are in love with themselves sleeping in their own skin and I float over them and I do not know about tomorrow.

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
Land
Skin
Fog
Sleep
Skins
Folds
Future
Wave
Floats
Stills
Blow
Winds
Doe
Sea
Waves
Home
Trade
Hanging
Still
Tomorrow
Sleeping
Fold
Love
Wind
Boat
Float

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