August rain: the best of the summer gone, and the new fall not yet born. The odd uneven time. — Sylvia Plath
August rain: the best of the summer gone, and the new fall not yet born. The odd uneven time. — Sylvia Plath
August rain: the best of the summer gone, and the new fall not yet born. The odd uneven time. — Sylvia Plath
August rain: the best of the summer gone, and the new fall not yet born. The odd uneven time. — Sylvia Plath
August rain: the best of the summer gone, and the new fall not yet born. The odd uneven time. — Sylvia Plath
August rain: the best of the summer gone, and the new fall not yet born. The odd uneven time. — Sylvia Plath
August rain: the best of the summer gone, and the new fall not yet born. The odd uneven time. — Sylvia Plath
August rain: the best of the summer gone, and the new fall not yet born. The odd uneven time. — Sylvia Plath
August rain: the best of the summer gone, and the new fall not yet born. The odd uneven time. — Sylvia Plath
August rain: the best of the summer gone, and the new fall not yet born. The odd uneven time. — Sylvia Plath
August rain: the best of the summer gone, and the new fall not yet born. The odd uneven time. — Sylvia Plath
August rain: the best of the summer gone, and the new fall not yet born. The odd uneven time. — Sylvia Plath
August rain: the best of the summer gone, and the new fall not yet born. The odd uneven time. — Sylvia Plath
August rain: the best of the summer gone, and the new fall not yet born. The odd uneven time. — Sylvia Plath
August rain: the best of the summer gone, and the new fall not yet born. The odd uneven time. — Sylvia Plath
August rain: the best of the summer gone, and the new fall not yet born. The odd uneven time. — Sylvia Plath
August rain: the best of the summer gone, and the new fall not yet born. The odd uneven time. — Sylvia Plath
August rain: the best of the summer gone, and the new fall not yet born. The odd uneven time. — Sylvia Plath
August rain: the best of the summer gone, and the new fall not yet born. The odd uneven time. — Sylvia Plath
August rain: the best of the summer gone, and the new fall not yet born. The odd uneven time. — Sylvia Plath
August rain: the best of the summer gone, and the new fall not yet born. The odd uneven time. — Sylvia Plath
August rain: the best of the summer gone, and the new fall not yet born. The odd uneven time. — Sylvia Plath
August rain: the best of the summer gone, and the new fall not yet born. The odd uneven time. — Sylvia Plath
August rain: the best of the summer gone, and the new fall not yet born. The odd uneven time. — Sylvia Plath
August rain: the best of the summer gone, and the new fall not yet born. The odd uneven time. — Sylvia Plath
August rain: the best of the summer gone, and the new fall not yet born. The odd uneven time. — Sylvia Plath
August rain: the best of the summer gone, and the new fall not yet born. The odd uneven time. — Sylvia Plath
August rain: the best of the summer gone, and the new fall not yet born. The odd uneven time. — Sylvia Plath
August rain: the best of the summer gone, and the new fall not yet born. The odd uneven time. — Sylvia Plath
August rain: the best of the summer gone, and the new fall not yet born. The odd uneven time. — Sylvia Plath
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August rain: the best of the summer gone, and the new fall not yet born. The odd uneven time.

— Sylvia Plath
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