I felt my lungs inflate with the onrush of scenery—air, mountains, trees, people. I thought, “This is what it is to be happy.
Sylvia Plath, The Bell Jar
I felt my lungs inflate with the onrush of scenery—air, mountains, trees, people. I thought, “This is what it is to be happy.
Maybe we should leave the people out of it and we’d be happier, you think? 🙂
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Possibly!
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Absolutely!
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