Imagine.
Monday, February 21, 2011
No tomorrow.
“
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
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