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His voice was cloves and nightingales, it took us to spice markets in the Celebs, we drifted with him on a houseboat beyond the Coral Sea. We were like cobras following a reed flute.

Janet Fitch

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Janet Fitch
Age: 68
Born: 1955
Born: November 9
Author
Journalist
Novelist
University Teacher
Writer
LA
California
Janet Elizabeth Fitch
Took
Flutes
Beyond
Reed
Voice
Spice
Celebs
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Reeds
Cobras
Spices
Coral
Markets
Drifted
Following
Flute
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Nightingales

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I was always mortified.Didn't they know they were tying thier mothers to the ground? Weren't chains ashamed of their prisoners?
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here, here is my dark world. you carry it for a change. im out
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I couldn't imagine owning beauty like my mothers. I wouldn't dare.
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