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August rain: the best of the summer gone, and the new fall not yet born. The odd uneven time.

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
Fall
Uneven
Best
Summertime
Time
August
Odd
Rain
Summer
Gone
Born

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