this is a sweet little poem…
just about as sweet as the wendy’s frosties that katie and svetti brought us back from lunch today.
"The bell jar hung, suspended, a few feet above my head. I was open to the circulating air...I took a deep breath and listened to the old bray of my heart: I am, I am, I am." ~Sylvia Plath, The Bell Jar,
this is a sweet little poem…
just about as sweet as the wendy’s frosties that katie and svetti brought us back from lunch today.
Posted by jess at Friday, May 15, 2009
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