"But love – don’t we all talk a great deal of nonsense about it? What does one mean? ... It’s only a story one makes up in one’s mind about another per...

And the supreme mystery was simply this: here was one room; there another. Did religion solve that, or love?
~ Virginia Woolf ~












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