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The sound of her laughter was sticky as sap, the smell of night-blooming jasmine soft as a milk bath.
Janet Fitch
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Janet Fitch
Age: 69
Born: 1955
Born: November 9
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Janet Elizabeth Fitch
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What was beauty unless you intended to use it, like a hammer, or a key? It was just something for other people to use and admire, or envy, despise. To nail their dreams onto like a picture hanger on a blank wall. And so many girls saying, use me, dream me.
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without my wounds, who was I? My scars were my face, my past was my life.
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I could hear the icy winds of Sweden, but he didn't seem to feel the chill.
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She would be half a planet away, floating in a turquoise sea, dancing by moonlight to flamenco guitar.
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I'm a fish swimming by...catch me if you want me.
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like a kid kicked out of class. humiliated and free.
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We recived our colouring from the Norsemen,hairy savages who hacked their gods to pieces and hung the flesh from trees.We are the ones who sacked Rome.Fear only feeble old age and death in bed.Don't forget who you are.
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Don't hoard the past. Don't cherish anything. Burn it. The artist is the phoenix who burns to emerge.
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