Sylvia Plath Quotes

Tree and Stone glittered, without shadows.
My finger-length grew lucent as glass.
I started to bud like a March twig:
An arm and a leg, an arm, a leg.
From stone to cloud, so I ascended. - Sylvia Plath




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