With stars in her eyes and veils in her hair, with cyclamen and wild violets-what nonsense was he thinking? She was fifty at least: she had eight children. Stepping through fields of flowers and taking to her breast buds that had broken and lambs that had fallen: with the stars in her eyes and the wind in her hair-He took her bag.
( Virginia Woolf )
[ To the Lighthouse ]
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