How can I tell Bob that my happiness streams from having wrenched a piece out of my life, a piece of hurt and beauty, and transformed it to typewritten words on paper? How can he know I am justifying my life, my keen emotions, my feeling, by turning it into print?
Happiness Quotes And Sayings by Sylvia Plath, The Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath
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