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"...but their wives lay as still as flatirons. They did not get up again and put on their smiles. Their voices were folded under their arms and even their pain would not crawl out. Even their fingerprints went home. They had been alive without knowing why. They had been young and old without knowing why. They had been jammed into their bodies without knowing why. Now they were stone angels with neither a dime nor a kiss-off." – Anne Sexton, The Book of Folly
I keep this journal for old LJ friends and communities. I don't really update. There's no use adding me.
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