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“She has folded Them back into her body as petals Of a rose close when the garden Stiffens and odours bleed From the sweet, deep throats of the night flower. The moon has nothing to be sad about, Staring from her hood of bone.”

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Ariel

Ariel is a captivating tale that delves into a richly imagined universe, following the journey of a protagonist as they navigate a world filled with magic and mystery. The story delves into themes of self-discovery and the quest for identity, all within an immersive narrative that blends elements of fantasy and adventure. more

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Sylvia Plath
Sylvia Plath

American poet, novelist, and playwright. Her works are known for their profound emotion and unique style, and she is considered one of the most important female writers of the 20th century. more

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