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"I can smell the sea air. The rest of my time I’m going to spend on the sea. And when I die, I’m going to die on the sea. You know what I shall die of? [She plucks a grape] I shall die of eating an unwashed grape one day out on the ocean. And I’ll be buried at sea sewn up in a clean white sack and dropped overboard- at noon- in the blaze of summer- and into an ocean as blue as my first lover’s eyes!"
/Blanche DuBois from A Streetcar named Desire
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