โAugust rain: the best of the summer gone, and the new fall not yet born. The odd uneven time.โ
Sylvia Plath, The Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath
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โPerhaps some day I'll crawl back home, beaten, defeated. But not as long as I can make stories out of my heartbreak, beauty out of sorrow.โ
Sylvia Plath, The Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath
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