I felt my lungs inflate with the onrush of scenery—air, mountains, trees, people. I thought, "This is what it is to be h — Sylvia Plath, The Bell Jar
I felt my lungs inflate with the onrush of scenery—air, mountains, trees, people. I thought, "This is what it is to be h — Sylvia Plath, The Bell Jar
I felt my lungs inflate with the onrush of scenery—air, mountains, trees, people. I thought, "This is what it is to be h — Sylvia Plath, The Bell Jar
I felt my lungs inflate with the onrush of scenery—air, mountains, trees, people. I thought, "This is what it is to be h — Sylvia Plath, The Bell Jar
I felt my lungs inflate with the onrush of scenery—air, mountains, trees, people. I thought, "This is what it is to be h — Sylvia Plath, The Bell Jar
I felt my lungs inflate with the onrush of scenery—air, mountains, trees, people. I thought, "This is what it is to be h — Sylvia Plath, The Bell Jar
I felt my lungs inflate with the onrush of scenery—air, mountains, trees, people. I thought, "This is what it is to be h — Sylvia Plath, The Bell Jar
I felt my lungs inflate with the onrush of scenery—air, mountains, trees, people. I thought, "This is what it is to be h — Sylvia Plath, The Bell Jar
I felt my lungs inflate with the onrush of scenery—air, mountains, trees, people. I thought, "This is what it is to be h — Sylvia Plath, The Bell Jar
I felt my lungs inflate with the onrush of scenery—air, mountains, trees, people. I thought, "This is what it is to be h — Sylvia Plath, The Bell Jar
I felt my lungs inflate with the onrush of scenery—air, mountains, trees, people. I thought, "This is what it is to be h — Sylvia Plath, The Bell Jar
I felt my lungs inflate with the onrush of scenery—air, mountains, trees, people. I thought, "This is what it is to be h — Sylvia Plath, The Bell Jar
I felt my lungs inflate with the onrush of scenery—air, mountains, trees, people. I thought, "This is what it is to be h — Sylvia Plath, The Bell Jar
I felt my lungs inflate with the onrush of scenery—air, mountains, trees, people. I thought, "This is what it is to be h — Sylvia Plath, The Bell Jar
I felt my lungs inflate with the onrush of scenery—air, mountains, trees, people. I thought, "This is what it is to be h — Sylvia Plath, The Bell Jar
I felt my lungs inflate with the onrush of scenery—air, mountains, trees, people. I thought, "This is what it is to be h — Sylvia Plath, The Bell Jar
I felt my lungs inflate with the onrush of scenery—air, mountains, trees, people. I thought, "This is what it is to be h — Sylvia Plath, The Bell Jar
I felt my lungs inflate with the onrush of scenery—air, mountains, trees, people. I thought, "This is what it is to be h — Sylvia Plath, The Bell Jar
I felt my lungs inflate with the onrush of scenery—air, mountains, trees, people. I thought, "This is what it is to be h — Sylvia Plath, The Bell Jar
I felt my lungs inflate with the onrush of scenery—air, mountains, trees, people. I thought, "This is what it is to be h — Sylvia Plath, The Bell Jar
I felt my lungs inflate with the onrush of scenery—air, mountains, trees, people. I thought, "This is what it is to be h — Sylvia Plath, The Bell Jar
I felt my lungs inflate with the onrush of scenery—air, mountains, trees, people. I thought, "This is what it is to be h — Sylvia Plath, The Bell Jar
I felt my lungs inflate with the onrush of scenery—air, mountains, trees, people. I thought, "This is what it is to be h — Sylvia Plath, The Bell Jar
I felt my lungs inflate with the onrush of scenery—air, mountains, trees, people. I thought, "This is what it is to be h — Sylvia Plath, The Bell Jar
I felt my lungs inflate with the onrush of scenery—air, mountains, trees, people. I thought, "This is what it is to be h — Sylvia Plath, The Bell Jar
I felt my lungs inflate with the onrush of scenery—air, mountains, trees, people. I thought, "This is what it is to be h — Sylvia Plath, The Bell Jar
I felt my lungs inflate with the onrush of scenery—air, mountains, trees, people. I thought, "This is what it is to be h — Sylvia Plath, The Bell Jar
I felt my lungs inflate with the onrush of scenery—air, mountains, trees, people. I thought, "This is what it is to be h — Sylvia Plath, The Bell Jar
I felt my lungs inflate with the onrush of scenery—air, mountains, trees, people. I thought, "This is what it is to be h — Sylvia Plath, The Bell Jar
I felt my lungs inflate with the onrush of scenery—air, mountains, trees, people. I thought, "This is what it is to be h — Sylvia Plath, The Bell Jar
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I felt my lungs inflate with the onrush of scenery—air, mountains, trees, people. I thought, "This is what it is to be happy.

— Sylvia Plath, The Bell Jar
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