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Now begins to rise in me the familiar rhythm; words that have lain dormant now...
Author:
Virginia Woolf
Book:
The Waves
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Published at:
8 years ago
Now begins to rise in me the familiar rhythm; words that have lain dormant now lift, now toss their crests, and fall and rise, and falls again. I am a poet, yes. Surely I am a great poet.
( Virginia Woolf )
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