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We begin to live when we have conceived life as tragedy

2 dec. 2022

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I know what loves are trembling into the fire; how jealousy shoots its green flashes hither and thither; how intricately love crosses love; love makes knots; love brutally tears them apart. I have been knotted; I have been torn apart.

Virginia Woolf, The Waves

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