Death beautiful. lie soft brown earth, grasses waving one’s head, list — Sylvia Plath, Bell Jar

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Death must be so beautiful. To lie in the soft brown earth, with the grasses waving above one’s head, and listen to silence. To have no yesterday, and no tomorrow. To forget time, to forgive life, to be at peace.

Sylvia Plath, The Bell Jar

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