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bent like the branches of a tree broken like the pieces of my heart cracked like the seventeenth moon shattered like the glass in the window the day we met

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Kami Garcia
Age: 52
Born: 1972
Born: March 25
Artist
Novelist
Teacher
Writer
Washington
District of Columbia
Tree
Branches
Heart
Glass
Like
Glasses
Mets
Window
Seventeenth
Moon
Cracked
Broken
Shattered
Pieces
Bent

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