In high school there was a girl in my creative writing class that wrote poems about smoking cigarettes and little yellow flowers that grew on the train tracks. I didn't know it at the time, but now, she reminds me of Anne Sexton. There was hints in her writings that her father had done things to her. Once I saw her with him at a wood supply store.
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http://www.loc.gov/exhibits/empire/ethnic.html
Check the date they were taken on. I'm amazed at how some of those pictures look like they could have been taken recently.
Anywho, see you around (maybe)
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