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So, let us push on now, and remember ourselves back to the wild soul. Let us sing her flesh back onto our bones.

Clarissa Pinkola Estes

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Clarissa Pinkola Estes
Age: 79
Born: 1945
Born: January 27
Poet
Psychologist
Writer
Indiana
United States
Clarissa Pinkola Estes
Remember
Back
Soul
Onto
Push
Wild
Bones
Flesh
Sing

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