Now begins rise familiar rhythm; words lain dormant now lift, now toss — Virginia Woolf, Waves

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Now begins to rise in me the familiar rhythm; words that have lain dormant now lift, now toss their crests, and fall and rise, and falls again. I am a poet, yes. Surely I am a great poet.

Virginia Woolf, The Waves

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