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you have everything within yourself
But who am I, who lean on this gate and watch my setter nose in a circle? I think sometimes (I am not twenty yet) I am not a woman, but the light that falls on this gate, on this ground. I am the seasons, I think sometimes, January, May, November; the mud, the mist, the dawn. I cannot be tossed about, or float gently, or mix with other people…
Virginia Woolf, The Waves
It’s so dark. Why don’t you turn the light on?
Happy Together (1997) dir. Wong Kar Wai
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