Perception/Illusion

4/9/2016



Standing at a window letting my rhythmical sense open and shut, open and shut, boldly and freely, until one thing melts in another, until the taxis are dancing with the daffodils, until a whole has been made from all these separate fragments.


- Virginia Woolf






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