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Virginia Woolf

I am not a woman, but the light that falls on this gate, on this ground. I am the seasons, I think sometimes, January, May, November; the mud, the mist, the dawn. — Virginia Woolf, The Waves. (Harvest Books 1978) Originally published October 8th 1931.

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