Do we always grind through the present, doomed to throw a gold haze of fond retrospect over the past?


The Journals of Sylvia Plath (ed. 2011)


Do we always grind through the present, doomed to throw a gold haze of fond retrospect over the past?

Do we always grind through the present, doomed to throw a gold haze of fond retrospect over the past?

Do we always grind through the present, doomed to throw a gold haze of fond retrospect over the past?

Do we always grind through the present, doomed to throw a gold haze of fond retrospect over the past?