Virginia Woolf

It is strange how a scrap of poetry works in the mind and makes the legs move in time to it along the road.

It is strange how a scrap of poetry works in the mind and makes the legs move in time to it along the road.

– Virginia Woolf –

A Room of One’s Own

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