I wanted to crawl in between those black lines of print, the way you crawl through a fence, and go to sleep under that b — Sylvia Plath, The Bell Jar
I wanted to crawl in between those black lines of print, the way you crawl through a fence, and go to sleep under that b — Sylvia Plath, The Bell Jar
I wanted to crawl in between those black lines of print, the way you crawl through a fence, and go to sleep under that b — Sylvia Plath, The Bell Jar
I wanted to crawl in between those black lines of print, the way you crawl through a fence, and go to sleep under that b — Sylvia Plath, The Bell Jar
I wanted to crawl in between those black lines of print, the way you crawl through a fence, and go to sleep under that b — Sylvia Plath, The Bell Jar
I wanted to crawl in between those black lines of print, the way you crawl through a fence, and go to sleep under that b — Sylvia Plath, The Bell Jar
I wanted to crawl in between those black lines of print, the way you crawl through a fence, and go to sleep under that b — Sylvia Plath, The Bell Jar
I wanted to crawl in between those black lines of print, the way you crawl through a fence, and go to sleep under that b — Sylvia Plath, The Bell Jar
I wanted to crawl in between those black lines of print, the way you crawl through a fence, and go to sleep under that b — Sylvia Plath, The Bell Jar
I wanted to crawl in between those black lines of print, the way you crawl through a fence, and go to sleep under that b — Sylvia Plath, The Bell Jar
I wanted to crawl in between those black lines of print, the way you crawl through a fence, and go to sleep under that b — Sylvia Plath, The Bell Jar
I wanted to crawl in between those black lines of print, the way you crawl through a fence, and go to sleep under that b — Sylvia Plath, The Bell Jar
I wanted to crawl in between those black lines of print, the way you crawl through a fence, and go to sleep under that b — Sylvia Plath, The Bell Jar
I wanted to crawl in between those black lines of print, the way you crawl through a fence, and go to sleep under that b — Sylvia Plath, The Bell Jar
I wanted to crawl in between those black lines of print, the way you crawl through a fence, and go to sleep under that b — Sylvia Plath, The Bell Jar
I wanted to crawl in between those black lines of print, the way you crawl through a fence, and go to sleep under that b — Sylvia Plath, The Bell Jar
I wanted to crawl in between those black lines of print, the way you crawl through a fence, and go to sleep under that b — Sylvia Plath, The Bell Jar
I wanted to crawl in between those black lines of print, the way you crawl through a fence, and go to sleep under that b — Sylvia Plath, The Bell Jar
I wanted to crawl in between those black lines of print, the way you crawl through a fence, and go to sleep under that b — Sylvia Plath, The Bell Jar
I wanted to crawl in between those black lines of print, the way you crawl through a fence, and go to sleep under that b — Sylvia Plath, The Bell Jar
I wanted to crawl in between those black lines of print, the way you crawl through a fence, and go to sleep under that b — Sylvia Plath, The Bell Jar
I wanted to crawl in between those black lines of print, the way you crawl through a fence, and go to sleep under that b — Sylvia Plath, The Bell Jar
I wanted to crawl in between those black lines of print, the way you crawl through a fence, and go to sleep under that b — Sylvia Plath, The Bell Jar
I wanted to crawl in between those black lines of print, the way you crawl through a fence, and go to sleep under that b — Sylvia Plath, The Bell Jar
I wanted to crawl in between those black lines of print, the way you crawl through a fence, and go to sleep under that b — Sylvia Plath, The Bell Jar
I wanted to crawl in between those black lines of print, the way you crawl through a fence, and go to sleep under that b — Sylvia Plath, The Bell Jar
I wanted to crawl in between those black lines of print, the way you crawl through a fence, and go to sleep under that b — Sylvia Plath, The Bell Jar
I wanted to crawl in between those black lines of print, the way you crawl through a fence, and go to sleep under that b — Sylvia Plath, The Bell Jar
I wanted to crawl in between those black lines of print, the way you crawl through a fence, and go to sleep under that b — Sylvia Plath, The Bell Jar
I wanted to crawl in between those black lines of print, the way you crawl through a fence, and go to sleep under that b — Sylvia Plath, The Bell Jar
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I wanted to crawl in between those black lines of print, the way you crawl through a fence, and go to sleep under that beautiful big green fig-tree.

— Sylvia Plath, The Bell Jar
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