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
I always felt that the great high privilege, relief and comfort of friendship was that one had to explain nothing. – Katherine Mansfield
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