I am solitary as grass. What is it I miss?Shall I ever find it, whatever it is? — Sylvia Plath
I am solitary as grass. What is it I miss?Shall I ever find it, whatever it is? — Sylvia Plath
I am solitary as grass. What is it I miss?Shall I ever find it, whatever it is? — Sylvia Plath
I am solitary as grass. What is it I miss?Shall I ever find it, whatever it is? — Sylvia Plath
I am solitary as grass. What is it I miss?Shall I ever find it, whatever it is? — Sylvia Plath
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I am solitary as grass. What is it I miss?Shall I ever find it, whatever it is?

— Sylvia Plath
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