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I like the first one of the red tulip bed the best, I think. The gradating focus is really attractive. What are the white tulips, frayed fabric ones? They look so pretty and wintry in front of the vibrant red ones!
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The word "time" split its husk; poured its riches over him; and from his lips fell like shells, like shavings from a plane, without his making them, hard, white, imperishable words, and flew to attach themselves to their places in an ode to Time; an immortal ode to Time.
—Virginia Woolf, Mrs Dalloway
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