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  • 61 years ago, my favourite writer Virginia Woolf walked to River Ouse, filled her pockets with stones and found rest in the waters. Coincidentally, I just finished reading Selected Letters of Virginia Woolf today. When I reached the end of the book, I felt an overwhelming sense of despair. No longer would there be another page of clever humour and lovely poetry in prose; I have reached the ultimate end of the book. I also felt rather angry; why should a woman who so strongly championed the oppression of women in her society ever succumb to the oppressing devils in her head? Then again, I know that her life should not - and can not be ever defined by her eleventh hour. Thus, “given her griefs, it is a courageous life.” Your journey across uncharted waters as you walk barefooted over the fluid ground, words spread on the soles of your feet, has inspired me tremendously. Thank you so much, I wish you had known that you did have an audience to write to - you left such a legacy; the ripple effects of your extraordinary walk over the waters.
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