This is what it feels like biking home at night in a slight drizzle. Magical.
Today I read a Virginia Woolf short story that was brilliant and humane and allegorical and funny and only three pages long. (My favorite sentence, maybe: "even the smooth oval egg of a prehistoric bird would do.") Reading student papers all day, you can forget all the things words can do for someone who knows what she's doing.
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