The nerve which controls the pen winds itself about every fibre of our being, threads the heart, pierces the liver.
Topics: Virginia Woolf
The nerve which controls the pen winds itself about every fibre of our being, threads the heart, pierces the liver.
The nerve which controls the pen winds itself about every fibre of our being, threads the heart, pierces the liver.
The nerve which controls the pen winds itself about every fibre of our being, threads the heart, pierces the liver.
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