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Blind with love, my daughter has cried nightly for horses, those long-necked marchers and churners that she has mastered, any and all, reigning them in like a circus hand.

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
Horse
Blind
Necked
Daughter
Reigning
Hand
Nightly
Hands
Mastered
Long
Circus
Love
Horses
Like
Cried

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