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Pocket handkerchiefs (V.Woolf)

here we are like herrings going out into the world solitary, unanswered, breaking against rocks one may learn to paint at fifty heads on pocket handkerchiefs one wants to write poetry, and to love here, against a wall, a woman stares at nothing home they went fatigue … the safest sleeping draft with deserted beautiful(…)

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