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    Hold Them Close
    Hold Them Close
    Hold Them Close
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    Hold Them Close

    By Sarah Agnew

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    The poems in Hold Them Close express the joys and hardships of life in its breadth, from the sacred story of Christian spirituality, to the profanity of injustice; through the isolation of the poet and PhD student's life and the deep connections to family, friends, community, and creation. In her third collection of poetry, Sarah Agnew continues to give voice to vulnerability, and thereby seek strength.
    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherResource Publications
    Release dateJul 20, 2018
    ISBN9781532655050
    Hold Them Close
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    Sarah Agnew

    Sarah Agnew is a storyteller, poet and minister from Adelaide, Australia. She writes, performs, teaches and leads workshops in Australia, Scotland and beyond.

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