Children, our lives have been gongs striking; clamour and boasting; cries of despair; blows on the nape of the neck in g — Virginia Woolf, The Waves
Children, our lives have been gongs striking; clamour and boasting; cries of despair; blows on the nape of the neck in g — Virginia Woolf, The Waves
Children, our lives have been gongs striking; clamour and boasting; cries of despair; blows on the nape of the neck in g — Virginia Woolf, The Waves
Children, our lives have been gongs striking; clamour and boasting; cries of despair; blows on the nape of the neck in g — Virginia Woolf, The Waves
Children, our lives have been gongs striking; clamour and boasting; cries of despair; blows on the nape of the neck in g — Virginia Woolf, The Waves
Children, our lives have been gongs striking; clamour and boasting; cries of despair; blows on the nape of the neck in g — Virginia Woolf, The Waves
Children, our lives have been gongs striking; clamour and boasting; cries of despair; blows on the nape of the neck in g — Virginia Woolf, The Waves
Children, our lives have been gongs striking; clamour and boasting; cries of despair; blows on the nape of the neck in g — Virginia Woolf, The Waves
Children, our lives have been gongs striking; clamour and boasting; cries of despair; blows on the nape of the neck in g — Virginia Woolf, The Waves
Children, our lives have been gongs striking; clamour and boasting; cries of despair; blows on the nape of the neck in g — Virginia Woolf, The Waves
Children, our lives have been gongs striking; clamour and boasting; cries of despair; blows on the nape of the neck in g — Virginia Woolf, The Waves
Children, our lives have been gongs striking; clamour and boasting; cries of despair; blows on the nape of the neck in g — Virginia Woolf, The Waves
Children, our lives have been gongs striking; clamour and boasting; cries of despair; blows on the nape of the neck in g — Virginia Woolf, The Waves
Children, our lives have been gongs striking; clamour and boasting; cries of despair; blows on the nape of the neck in g — Virginia Woolf, The Waves
Children, our lives have been gongs striking; clamour and boasting; cries of despair; blows on the nape of the neck in g — Virginia Woolf, The Waves
Children, our lives have been gongs striking; clamour and boasting; cries of despair; blows on the nape of the neck in g — Virginia Woolf, The Waves
Children, our lives have been gongs striking; clamour and boasting; cries of despair; blows on the nape of the neck in g — Virginia Woolf, The Waves
Children, our lives have been gongs striking; clamour and boasting; cries of despair; blows on the nape of the neck in g — Virginia Woolf, The Waves
Children, our lives have been gongs striking; clamour and boasting; cries of despair; blows on the nape of the neck in g — Virginia Woolf, The Waves
Children, our lives have been gongs striking; clamour and boasting; cries of despair; blows on the nape of the neck in g — Virginia Woolf, The Waves
Children, our lives have been gongs striking; clamour and boasting; cries of despair; blows on the nape of the neck in g — Virginia Woolf, The Waves
Children, our lives have been gongs striking; clamour and boasting; cries of despair; blows on the nape of the neck in g — Virginia Woolf, The Waves
Children, our lives have been gongs striking; clamour and boasting; cries of despair; blows on the nape of the neck in g — Virginia Woolf, The Waves
Children, our lives have been gongs striking; clamour and boasting; cries of despair; blows on the nape of the neck in g — Virginia Woolf, The Waves
Children, our lives have been gongs striking; clamour and boasting; cries of despair; blows on the nape of the neck in g — Virginia Woolf, The Waves
Children, our lives have been gongs striking; clamour and boasting; cries of despair; blows on the nape of the neck in g — Virginia Woolf, The Waves
Children, our lives have been gongs striking; clamour and boasting; cries of despair; blows on the nape of the neck in g — Virginia Woolf, The Waves
Children, our lives have been gongs striking; clamour and boasting; cries of despair; blows on the nape of the neck in g — Virginia Woolf, The Waves
Children, our lives have been gongs striking; clamour and boasting; cries of despair; blows on the nape of the neck in g — Virginia Woolf, The Waves
Children, our lives have been gongs striking; clamour and boasting; cries of despair; blows on the nape of the neck in g — Virginia Woolf, The Waves
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Children, our lives have been gongs striking; clamour and boasting; cries of despair; blows on the nape of the neck in gardens.

— Virginia Woolf, The Waves
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