Illusions are the soul-like atmosphere to the earth. Take them out of the soft air and the plant dies, the colors vanish. The land on which we walk that fire is not extinguished. Marl is that we walk, and cruel flints feet hurt us. We wiped out the truth. Life is a dream. It is the awakening that kills us. Who robs us of our dreams robs us of life. (V. Woolf)
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