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My soul is a broken field, plowed by pain.

Sara Teasdale

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Sara Teasdale
Age: 48 †
Born: 1884
Born: August 8
Died: 1933
Died: January 29
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Writer
St. Louis
Missouri
Sara Teasdale Filsinger
Sara Trevor Teasdale
Field
Fields
Broken
Pain
Soul

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