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There´s in my mind a woman of innocence, unadorned bat fair-featured, and smelling of apples or grass. She wears a utopian smock or shift, her hair is light brown and smooth, and she is kind and very clean without ostentation -
but she has no imagination.
And there´s a turbulent moon-ridden girl or old woman, or both, dressed in opals and rags, feathers and torn taffeta, who knows strange songs -
but she is not kind.