Gently the waves would break (Lily heard them in her sleep); tenderly the light fell (it seemed to come through her eyel — Virginia Woolf, To the Lighthouse
Gently the waves would break (Lily heard them in her sleep); tenderly the light fell (it seemed to come through her eyel — Virginia Woolf, To the Lighthouse
Gently the waves would break (Lily heard them in her sleep); tenderly the light fell (it seemed to come through her eyel — Virginia Woolf, To the Lighthouse
Gently the waves would break (Lily heard them in her sleep); tenderly the light fell (it seemed to come through her eyel — Virginia Woolf, To the Lighthouse
Gently the waves would break (Lily heard them in her sleep); tenderly the light fell (it seemed to come through her eyel — Virginia Woolf, To the Lighthouse
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Gently the waves would break (Lily heard them in her sleep); tenderly the light fell (it seemed to come through her eyelids). And it all looked, Mr. Carmichael thought, shutting his book, falling asleep, much as it used to look years ago.

— Virginia Woolf, To the Lighthouse
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