Tuesday, March 31, 2009

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There is a certain unique and strange delight about walking down an empty street alone. There is an off-focus light cast by the moon, and the streetlights are part of the spotlight apparatus on a bare stage set up for you to walk through. You get a feeling of being listened to, so you talk aloud, softly, to see how it sounds.
-Sylvia Plath

(outside my window)

1 comment:

Jessabeth said...

I love Wisteria. love love love.