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A dispassionate white sun shone at the summit of the sky. I wanted to hone myself on it till I grew saintly and thin and essential as the blade of a knife.

Sylvia Plath

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Sylvia Plath
Age: 30 †
Born: 1932
Born: October 27
Died: 1963
Died: February 11
Autobiographer
Diarist
Essayist
Novelist
Poet
Writer
Boston
Massachusetts
Victoria Lucas
Sylvia Plath Hughes
Essential
Shone
Essentials
Blade
Sky
Blades
Summit
Sun
Knife
Grew
Knives
Saintly
White
Thin
Hone
Wanted
Till
Dispassionate

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