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She is right. My heart, my mind, my soul - is drenched and soaked and dripping in wanderlust. I want to always be...
“He thought her beautiful, believed her impeccably wise; dreamed of her, wrote poems to her, which, ignoring the subject, she corrected in red ink...” ― Virginia Woolf