Sylvia Plath feeding blueberries to a deer, 1959
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maybe I just need silence, that the whole world be quiet for a moment so that I can take a deep breath without getting hurt
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In this place I'm a child forever; my hips have not widened; I may yet become anything. The fig tree is heavy, fragrant. Tonight I lay under it and watch the stars through the foliage.
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I thought the most beautiful thing in the world must be shadow.
-- Sylvia Plath
(Zurich, Switzerland)
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