the waves
thinking of Virginia Woolf
the waves paused, and then drew out again,
sighing like a sleeper whose breath comes and goes unconsciously…
Virginia Woolf: The Waves
the surface of the sea slowly became transparent
and lay rippling and sparkling
until dark stripes were almost ripped out...
Virginia Woolf: The Waves
until dark stripes were almost ripped out...
Virginia Woolf: The Waves
