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[rei_c]

"I saw her kiss him," said Susan. "I looked between the leaves and saw her. She danced in flecked with diamonds light as dust."

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"At last," said Bernard, "the growl ceases. The sermon ends. He has minced the dance of the white butterflies at the door to powder."

--The Waves, Virginia Woolf, 1931 (pp. 7 & 19)