I thought there were a couple things that could be used as sybolsim in these stories. But the white heron was a big one in the white heron. I saw it as the girls escape to freedom and creativity. When she was on top of that tree next to that bird she was in heaven. I thought of the writing the lady did in the yellow wallpaper as sybolisim. This was also her escape from everything, kinda like her own therapist. She could write in the diary what she couldn't tell her husband.
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