image by Tara Holland, 2009
The Lady in the Looking Glass
Her mind was like her room,
in which lights advanced and retreated,
came pirouetting and stepping delicately,
spreading their tails,
pecked their way;
and then her whole being was suffused,
like the room again,
with a cloud of some profound knowledge,
some unspoken regret,
and then she was full of locked drawers,
stuffed with letters. Like her cabinets.
~ Virginia Woolf
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