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As I work among my flowers, I find myself talking to them, reasoning and remonstrating with them, and adoring them as if they were human beings. Much laughter I provoke among my friends by so doing, but that is of no consequence. We are on such good terms, my flowers and I.

Celia Thaxter

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Celia Thaxter
Age: 59 †
Born: 1835
Born: June 29
Died: 1894
Died: August 25
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Portsmouth
New Hampshire
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