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I saw myself sitting in the crotch of this fig tree, starving to death, just because I couldn't make up my mind which of the figs I would choose. I wanted each and every one of them, but choosing one meant losing all the rest, and, as I sat there, unable to decide, the figs began to wrinkle and go black, and, one by one, they plopped to the ground at my feet.
-Sylvia Plath
-Sylvia Plath
2 comments:
i love these
the first man in the first photo makes me sad
the large man in the last photo makes me content
and the woman in the middle makes me look forward to growing old
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