The moon is no door. It is a face in its own right,White as a knuckle and terribly upset.It drags the sea after it like — Sylvia Plath, Ariel
The moon is no door. It is a face in its own right,White as a knuckle and terribly upset.It drags the sea after it like — Sylvia Plath, Ariel
The moon is no door. It is a face in its own right,White as a knuckle and terribly upset.It drags the sea after it like — Sylvia Plath, Ariel
The moon is no door. It is a face in its own right,White as a knuckle and terribly upset.It drags the sea after it like — Sylvia Plath, Ariel
The moon is no door. It is a face in its own right,White as a knuckle and terribly upset.It drags the sea after it like — Sylvia Plath, Ariel
The moon is no door. It is a face in its own right,White as a knuckle and terribly upset.It drags the sea after it like — Sylvia Plath, Ariel
The moon is no door. It is a face in its own right,White as a knuckle and terribly upset.It drags the sea after it like — Sylvia Plath, Ariel
The moon is no door. It is a face in its own right,White as a knuckle and terribly upset.It drags the sea after it like — Sylvia Plath, Ariel
The moon is no door. It is a face in its own right,White as a knuckle and terribly upset.It drags the sea after it like — Sylvia Plath, Ariel
The moon is no door. It is a face in its own right,White as a knuckle and terribly upset.It drags the sea after it like — Sylvia Plath, Ariel
The moon is no door. It is a face in its own right,White as a knuckle and terribly upset.It drags the sea after it like — Sylvia Plath, Ariel
The moon is no door. It is a face in its own right,White as a knuckle and terribly upset.It drags the sea after it like — Sylvia Plath, Ariel
The moon is no door. It is a face in its own right,White as a knuckle and terribly upset.It drags the sea after it like — Sylvia Plath, Ariel
The moon is no door. It is a face in its own right,White as a knuckle and terribly upset.It drags the sea after it like — Sylvia Plath, Ariel
The moon is no door. It is a face in its own right,White as a knuckle and terribly upset.It drags the sea after it like — Sylvia Plath, Ariel
The moon is no door. It is a face in its own right,White as a knuckle and terribly upset.It drags the sea after it like — Sylvia Plath, Ariel
The moon is no door. It is a face in its own right,White as a knuckle and terribly upset.It drags the sea after it like — Sylvia Plath, Ariel
The moon is no door. It is a face in its own right,White as a knuckle and terribly upset.It drags the sea after it like — Sylvia Plath, Ariel
The moon is no door. It is a face in its own right,White as a knuckle and terribly upset.It drags the sea after it like — Sylvia Plath, Ariel
The moon is no door. It is a face in its own right,White as a knuckle and terribly upset.It drags the sea after it like — Sylvia Plath, Ariel
The moon is no door. It is a face in its own right,White as a knuckle and terribly upset.It drags the sea after it like — Sylvia Plath, Ariel
The moon is no door. It is a face in its own right,White as a knuckle and terribly upset.It drags the sea after it like — Sylvia Plath, Ariel
The moon is no door. It is a face in its own right,White as a knuckle and terribly upset.It drags the sea after it like — Sylvia Plath, Ariel
The moon is no door. It is a face in its own right,White as a knuckle and terribly upset.It drags the sea after it like — Sylvia Plath, Ariel
The moon is no door. It is a face in its own right,White as a knuckle and terribly upset.It drags the sea after it like — Sylvia Plath, Ariel
The moon is no door. It is a face in its own right,White as a knuckle and terribly upset.It drags the sea after it like — Sylvia Plath, Ariel
The moon is no door. It is a face in its own right,White as a knuckle and terribly upset.It drags the sea after it like — Sylvia Plath, Ariel
The moon is no door. It is a face in its own right,White as a knuckle and terribly upset.It drags the sea after it like — Sylvia Plath, Ariel
The moon is no door. It is a face in its own right,White as a knuckle and terribly upset.It drags the sea after it like — Sylvia Plath, Ariel
The moon is no door. It is a face in its own right,White as a knuckle and terribly upset.It drags the sea after it like — Sylvia Plath, Ariel
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The moon is no door. It is a face in its own right,White as a knuckle and terribly upset.It drags the sea after it like a dark crime; it is quietWith the O-gape of complete despair. I live here.

— Sylvia Plath, Ariel
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