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Literature is no one’s private ground, literature is common ground let us trespass freely and fearlessly and find our own way for ourselves.

Virginia Woolf

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Virginia Woolf
Age: 59 †
Born: 1882
Born: January 25
Died: 1941
Died: March 28
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