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
Bless you, my darling, and remember you are always in the heart — oh tucked so close there is no chance of escape — of your sister. – Katherine Mansfield
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