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“The real poem (or Any writing) lies somewhere in between.”

So true, and we each carry all of our history, all of our baggage, into our interpretations. In this particular case, I think the interpretation was far closer to her history than your intentions. This is not to say that her history and therefore her interpretation has no validity, but it was probably fairly unique to her and you were very gracious. Write on!

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