The
mind I love must have wild places,
a tangled orchard where dark damsons
drop in the heavy grass,
an overgrown little wood, the chance of a
snake or two,
a pool that nobody's fathomed the depth of,
and paths
threaded with flowers
planted by the mind.
~Katherine Mansfield~
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