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I have let things slip, a thirty-year~old cargo boat Stubbornly hanging on to my name and address.

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
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Slip
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Slips
Things
Address
Hanging
Addresses
Boat
Thirty
Stubbornly
Name
Cargo

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