strange a scrap poetry works mind makes legs move time along road. — Virginia Woolf, A Room One’s

A Room of One's Own Virginia Woolf

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It is strange how a scrap of poetry works in the mind and makes the legs move in time to it along the road.

Virginia Woolf, A Room of One's Own

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