The leaves move in the garden, the sky is pale, and I catch myself weeping. It is hard — it is hard to make a good death.


Journal of Katherine Mansfield (1927)


The leaves move in the garden, the sky is pale, and I catch myself weeping. It is hard — it is hard to make a good death.

The leaves move in the garden, the sky is pale, and I catch myself weeping. It is hard — it is hard to make a good death.

The leaves move in the garden, the sky is pale, and I catch myself weeping. It is hard — it is hard to make a good death.

The leaves move in the garden, the sky is pale, and I catch myself weeping. It is hard — it is hard to make a good death.