"The nights now are full of wind and destruction; the trees plunge and bend and their leaves fly helter skelter until the lawn is plastered with them a...

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












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