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Her life-that was the only chance she had-the short season between two silences.
Virginia Woolf
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Virginia Woolf
Age: 59 †
Born: 1882
Born: January 25
Died: 1941
Died: March 28
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Speech is an old torn net, through which the fish escape as one casts it over them.
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