The land lay steeped in peace of silent dreams; There was no sound amid the sacred boughs. Nor any mournful music in her streams: Only I saw the shadow on her brows, Only I knew her for the yearly slain, And wept, and weep until she come again.
“I have lost friends, some by death… others by sheer inability to cross the street.”
Virginia Woolf | The Waves
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