Tag: Plath
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Miz Quickly’s Day 12: Where I Live
Blackberrying with Sylvia Path I’m on a morning stroll, and I smell snow. I know it, like a sailor knows hooks, and knots, and knows the sea. It’s coming. And soon. Arctic winds bridge the seasons, giving reason to leafless trees and icy winds, long frigid nights and woolly bed socks. Nobody’s on this footpath…
It's Still Life 