October 2011
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All was dim, yet intense too, as if the scarf which the dusk had flung over the garden were torn asunder by star or sword- the flash of some terrible reality leaping, as its way is, out of the heart of the spring.
-Virginia Woolf, A Room Of One’s Own
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