There is no talk of immortality among these!
Photo: Lydia Jane
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There is this white wall, above which the sky creates itself---
Infinite, green, utterly untouchable.
Angels swim in it, and the stars, in indifference also.
They are my medium.
The sun dissolves on this wall, bleeding its lights.
Sylvia Plath
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