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I sit at my desk each night with no place to go, opening the wrinkled maps of Milwaukee and Buffalo, the whole U.S., its cemeteries, its arbitrary time zones, through routes like small veins, capitals like small stones.

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
Time
Maps
Zones
Like
Zone
Buffalo
Opening
Cemetery
Stones
Desk
Small
Routes
Cemeteries
Night
Desks
Capitals
Place
Veins
Milwaukee
Whole
Arbitrary
Wrinkled

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