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“Esta poetisa que jamás escribió una palabra y se halla enterrada en esta encrucijada vive todavía. Vive en nosotras y en mí, y en muchas otras mujeres que no están aquí esta noche porque están lavando platos y poniendo a los niños en la cama.”

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Virginia Woolf
Virginia Woolf

British modernist writer, known for her unique narrative techniques and profound portrayal of female experience. Her works include 'To the Lighthouse' and 'Mrs. Dalloway'. more

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