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Sylvia Plath's Daddies

Chaotic cabinet of curios, obsessive dreams unlocked her secret drawers. Who was Sylvia, a poetic slave to an idealized dead father? Her suurogate father figure Ted would never do. Her seven year itch at last unstuck her glue, sent her back to hom she hardly knew.
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tony-luxton
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Nov 30, 2016
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#slave#sylvia#seven#itch-idealized#father-poetic#plath-7year
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