I sank back in the gray, plush seat and closed my eyes. The air of the bell jar wadded round me and I couldn't stir. (Sylvia Plath)

I sank back in the gray, plush seat and closed my eyes. The air of the bell jar wadded round me and I couldn't stir.

Sylvia Plath

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