i am not a woman, but the light that falls on this gate, on this ground. i am the seasons, i think sometimes, January, May, November; the mud, the mist, the dawn.
- Virginia Woolf, The Waves
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STORY OP. 1
also knowledge as, where i write my own experimental tragedies.
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i was inspired by a face i saw last week