Something within her refused to grow. Something endless, eternal. Something bold. Something warrior-like. She looked up at the stars, she could feel, she felt as if she could pluck them one by one and send them spinning into the world, like small beautiful elastic mercurial weapons. Now too, the time is coming.
Patti Smith’s beautiful tribute to Virginia Woolf, who took her own life on March 28, 1941.
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