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So much working, reading, thinking, living to do! A lifetime is not long enough.

Sylvia Plath

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Sylvia Plath
Age: 30 †
Born: 1932
Born: October 27
Died: 1963
Died: February 11
Autobiographer
Diarist
Essayist
Novelist
Poet
Writer
Boston
Massachusetts
Victoria Lucas
Sylvia Plath Hughes
Working
Reading
Living
Enough
Much
Long
Thinking
Lifetime

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