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Home Writing Poetry Suicidal in Tuscany

Suicidal in Tuscany

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Jenn Zed

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August 2, 2024

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Ms. Zed is an artist, writer and musician who lives in Bath, England, with the ghost of her cat.

She studied art, art history, and design MA at Bath and Cambridge Universities.

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