I saw my life branching out before me like the green fig tree… I will forever love Sylvia Plath’s The fig tree analogy. The analogy remains as one of the...
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The cold. The Dostoevsky effect
“Your hand is cold, mine burns like fire. How blind you are, Nastenka!” As the chilling hands of Winter grasp onto the last of Autumn’s gentil tenderness, draining the season’s...