I stepped from the air-conditioned compartment onto the station platform, and the motherly breath of the suburbs enfolde — Sylvia Plath, The Bell Jar
I stepped from the air-conditioned compartment onto the station platform, and the motherly breath of the suburbs enfolde — Sylvia Plath, The Bell Jar
I stepped from the air-conditioned compartment onto the station platform, and the motherly breath of the suburbs enfolde — Sylvia Plath, The Bell Jar
I stepped from the air-conditioned compartment onto the station platform, and the motherly breath of the suburbs enfolde — Sylvia Plath, The Bell Jar
I stepped from the air-conditioned compartment onto the station platform, and the motherly breath of the suburbs enfolde — Sylvia Plath, The Bell Jar
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I stepped from the air-conditioned compartment onto the station platform, and the motherly breath of the suburbs enfolded me. It smelt of lawn sprinklers and station wagons and tennis rackets and dogs and babies.

— Sylvia Plath, The Bell Jar
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