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I rarely think of poetry as something I make happen it is more accurate to say that it happens to me. Like a summer storm, a house afire, or the coincidence of both on the same day.

Barbara Kingsolver

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Barbara Kingsolver
Age: 69
Born: 1955
Born: April 8
Essayist
Novelist
Poet
Writer
Annapolis
Maryland
Think
Storm
Thinking
Summer
Like
Poetry
Happen
House
Afire
Happens
Coincidence
Something
Accurate
Make
Rarely

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