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  • She strung the afternoon on the necklace of memorable days, which was not too long for her to be able to recall this one or that one; this view, that city; to finger it, to feel it, to savour, sighing, the quality that made it unique. It was something that lasted; something that mattered for ever.

    Virginia Woolf, Moments Of Being

    Posted on July 22, 2011

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