by Virginia Woolf (1882 - 1941)

Winter’s Evening
Language: English 
Never are voices so beautiful as on a winter's evening, 
when dusk almost hides the body, and they seem to issue from 
nothingness with a note of intimacy seldom heard by day.
I see you everywhere, in the stars, in the river, fo me you are 
everything that exists; the reality of everything.

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