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I imagined my soul taking in these words like silicated water in the Petrified Forest, turning my wood to patterned agate. I liked it when my mother shaped me this way. I thought clay must feel happy in the good potter's hand.

Janet Fitch

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Janet Fitch
Age: 68
Born: 1955
Born: November 9
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Journalist
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LA
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Janet Elizabeth Fitch
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