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Here on this ring of grass we have sat together, bound by the tremendous power of some inner compulsion. The trees wave, the clouds pass. The time approaches when these soliloquies shall be shared.

— Virginia Woolf The Waves (1931)

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I would venture to guess that Anon, who wrote so many poems without signing them, was often a woman.

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