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"I thought how unpleasant it is to be locked out; and I thought how it is worse, perhaps, to be locked in."
~Virginia Woolf
"each life has its place" ~"Virginia Woolf," by Indigo Girls
HAD I the heavens’ embroidered cloths,
Enwrought with golden and silver light,
The blue and the dim and the dark cloths
Of night and light and the half-light,
I would spread the cloths under your feet:
But I, being poor, have only my dreams;
I have spread my dreams under your feet;
Tread softly because you tread on my dreams.
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