Curtained room of my maidenhood Harsh outside light filtering The insides made soft Taking the reddish tinge of the blinds, Sleepy afternoons, soft music... Never knew these were so priceless.
"All of one's life is a struggle towards that; the narrow path between freedom and belonging. I have sometimes sacrificed freedom in order to belong, but more often I have given up all hope of belonging."
Jeanette Winterson
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