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“Consider a girl who keeps slipping off, arms limp as old carrots, into the hypnotist's trance, into a spirit world speaking with the gift of tongues.”

Quote by Anne Sexton

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Transformations

This book compiles a variety of short narratives that delve into the complexities of transformation, encompassing personal, societal, and metaphysical shifts. more

Author

Anne Sexton
Anne Sexton

Anne Sexton was an American poet known for her confessional and autobiographical poetry. Her works delved deeply into personal pain, family relationships, and social issues, profoundly influencing 20th-century poetry. more

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