Quote by Elizabeth Barrett Browning

"I only thought Of lying quiet there where I was thrown Like sea-weed on the rocks, and suffer her To prick me to a pattern with her pin, Fibre from fibre, delicate leaf from leaf, And dry out from my drowned anatomy The last sea-salt left in me."

— Elizabeth Barrett Browning, from First Book

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