The imagination is so delicate that sometimes even words wound it

Saturday, October 16, 2010

to be happy


' 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

3 inspired and motivated:

MoonShine said...

Hmm..

Nostalgic said...

Refreshing..

Mademoiselle Deva said...

I think I know this feeling...:)

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