I dream; I dream.

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“I dance. I ripple. I am thrown over you like a net of light. I lie quivering flung over you.”

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“Among the tortures and devastations of life is this then — our friends are not able to finish their stories.”

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“But I attach myself only to names and faces: And hoard them like amulets against disaster.”

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“Month by month things are losing their hardness; even my body now lets the light through; my spine is soft like wax near the flame of the candle. I dream; I dream.”

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-VIRGINIA WOOLF, The Waves