Virginia Woolf
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For some time she observed a great yellow butterfly, which was opening and closing its wings very slowly on a little flat stone. What is it to be in love? she demanded, after a long silence; each word as it came into being seemed to shove itself out into an unknown sea. Hypnotized by the wings of the butterfly, and awed by the discovery of a terrible possibility in life, she sat for some time longer. When the butterfly flew away, she rose, and within, her two books beneath her arm returned again, much as a soldier prepares for battle. ✨ Virginia Woolf (2013). Delphi Complete Works of Virginia Woolf (Illustrated), p.157, Delphi Classics

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