Sylvia Plath

“And he walked off down the path with his jaunty, independent stride. And I stood there where he left me, tremulous with love and longing, weeping in the dark. That night it was hard to get to sleep.”


Sylvia Plath, The Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath
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The Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath The Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath by Sylvia Plath
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