My mother's face floated to mind, a pale, reproachful moon, at her last and first visit to the asylum since my twentieth — Sylvia Plath
My mother's face floated to mind, a pale, reproachful moon, at her last and first visit to the asylum since my twentieth — Sylvia Plath
My mother's face floated to mind, a pale, reproachful moon, at her last and first visit to the asylum since my twentieth — Sylvia Plath
My mother's face floated to mind, a pale, reproachful moon, at her last and first visit to the asylum since my twentieth — Sylvia Plath
My mother's face floated to mind, a pale, reproachful moon, at her last and first visit to the asylum since my twentieth — Sylvia Plath
My mother's face floated to mind, a pale, reproachful moon, at her last and first visit to the asylum since my twentieth — Sylvia Plath
My mother's face floated to mind, a pale, reproachful moon, at her last and first visit to the asylum since my twentieth — Sylvia Plath
My mother's face floated to mind, a pale, reproachful moon, at her last and first visit to the asylum since my twentieth — Sylvia Plath
My mother's face floated to mind, a pale, reproachful moon, at her last and first visit to the asylum since my twentieth — Sylvia Plath
My mother's face floated to mind, a pale, reproachful moon, at her last and first visit to the asylum since my twentieth — Sylvia Plath
My mother's face floated to mind, a pale, reproachful moon, at her last and first visit to the asylum since my twentieth — Sylvia Plath
My mother's face floated to mind, a pale, reproachful moon, at her last and first visit to the asylum since my twentieth — Sylvia Plath
My mother's face floated to mind, a pale, reproachful moon, at her last and first visit to the asylum since my twentieth — Sylvia Plath
My mother's face floated to mind, a pale, reproachful moon, at her last and first visit to the asylum since my twentieth — Sylvia Plath
My mother's face floated to mind, a pale, reproachful moon, at her last and first visit to the asylum since my twentieth — Sylvia Plath
My mother's face floated to mind, a pale, reproachful moon, at her last and first visit to the asylum since my twentieth — Sylvia Plath
My mother's face floated to mind, a pale, reproachful moon, at her last and first visit to the asylum since my twentieth — Sylvia Plath
My mother's face floated to mind, a pale, reproachful moon, at her last and first visit to the asylum since my twentieth — Sylvia Plath
My mother's face floated to mind, a pale, reproachful moon, at her last and first visit to the asylum since my twentieth — Sylvia Plath
My mother's face floated to mind, a pale, reproachful moon, at her last and first visit to the asylum since my twentieth — Sylvia Plath
My mother's face floated to mind, a pale, reproachful moon, at her last and first visit to the asylum since my twentieth — Sylvia Plath
My mother's face floated to mind, a pale, reproachful moon, at her last and first visit to the asylum since my twentieth — Sylvia Plath
My mother's face floated to mind, a pale, reproachful moon, at her last and first visit to the asylum since my twentieth — Sylvia Plath
My mother's face floated to mind, a pale, reproachful moon, at her last and first visit to the asylum since my twentieth — Sylvia Plath
My mother's face floated to mind, a pale, reproachful moon, at her last and first visit to the asylum since my twentieth — Sylvia Plath
My mother's face floated to mind, a pale, reproachful moon, at her last and first visit to the asylum since my twentieth — Sylvia Plath
My mother's face floated to mind, a pale, reproachful moon, at her last and first visit to the asylum since my twentieth — Sylvia Plath
My mother's face floated to mind, a pale, reproachful moon, at her last and first visit to the asylum since my twentieth — Sylvia Plath
My mother's face floated to mind, a pale, reproachful moon, at her last and first visit to the asylum since my twentieth — Sylvia Plath
My mother's face floated to mind, a pale, reproachful moon, at her last and first visit to the asylum since my twentieth — Sylvia Plath
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My mother's face floated to mind, a pale, reproachful moon, at her last and first visit to the asylum since my twentieth birthday. A daughter in an asylum! I had done that to her. Still, she had obviously decided to forgive me.

— Sylvia Plath
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