"Some people go to priests; others to poetry; I to my friends, I to my own heart, I to seek among phrases and fragments something unbroken--I to whom there is not beauty enough in moon or tree; to whom the touch of one person with another is all, yet who cannot grasp even that, who am so imperfect, so weak, so unspeakably lonely. There I sat." -Virgina Woolf. MySpace
MySpace profile for Victoria with pictures, videos, personal blog, interests, information about me and more. profile.myspace.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=user.viewprofile...
