Sitting in the balcony with the afternoon breeze caressing my face, sipping tea and reading a book.
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(Found on the iPad/iPhone app, Backdrops.)
"I can never read all the books I want; I can never be all the people I want and live all the lives I want. I can never train myself in all the skills I want. And why do I want? I want to live and feel all the shades, tones and variations of mental and physical experience possible in life. And I am horribly limited."
— Sylvia Plath
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