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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المُتابَعون
قم بالتسجيل كي تنضم إلى أكبر مجتمع لرواية القصص
أو
