"I took a deep breath
and listened to the old bray of my heart:
I am, I am, I am."
and listened to the old bray of my heart:
I am, I am, I am."
~Sylvia Plath
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4 comments:
poetry! :)
when i clicked on your picture, i saw natural+world in the link and i thought it fit very well with the diptyched slice :)
dinosaur cookie cutters...never again. whaada disaster!
my tummy hurts from too much dough.
oh yeah i got the screen to come back on! magical.
Ooh, where did you take the rocky picture on the left?!
You know, Sylvia Plath killed herself. Don't adore her too much. Though her poetry is beautiful you must admit. :D
rocks= Getty gardens
and yes, I did know. She put her head in the oven and said goodbye to the world.
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