'It's snowing (big flakes) and I love you'
Winter, enveloped
I appreciate your concern. None of this is your fault. It’s me. It’s me and my head.
In winter, I collapse.
Virginia Woolf | Letter to Violet Dickinson, Jan 1909 | The Letters of Virginia Woolf
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