“We grow. It hurts at first.”— Sylvia Plath, from The Collected Poems; “Witch Burning,” c. October 1961
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“Of course I miss you. One minute you were here and now you’re gone. Even if I didn’t love you I’d miss you. And I loved the fuck out of you.”— S.Z. // Excerpt from a book I’ll never write #263
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