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“She married the prince and all went well except for the fear — the fear of sleep. Briar Rose was an insomniac... She could not nap or lie in sleep without the court chemist mixing her some knock-out drops and never in the prince's presence.”

Quote by Anne Sexton

Work

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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