"...her soul expanded with her eyeballs, and she prayed that she might share
the majesty of the hills, know the serenity of the plains,
...Then, looking down, the red hyacinth, the purple iris
wrought her to cry out in ecstasy at the goodness, the beauty of nature; ..."

Virginia Woolf

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