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"Something within her refused to grow. Something endless, eternal. Something bold. Something warrior-like. In her long dress, in her perfect colour, she looked up at the stars and she could feel as if, 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, when she will leave school and wear long skirts, I will wear necklaces and a white dress without sleeves at night. There will be parties and brilliant moons." — Patti Smith reading Virginia Woolf
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