I had a propitious upbringing for a girl who would eventually write poems. My parents settled in the village where my mother was raised. Our house was next to the little cemetery, which became my playground, and was backed by marshland. There was no discernible class structure; everyone scraped by, but barely. There was no stack of cash cushioning us from two-headedness or stillbirths...
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