MIND: Rolling

She was like fate–a consummate mistress of all the arts of self preservation: hair rolled & lustrous; eyes so nonchalant; nothing could startle her; people going & coming all the time; she not looking, yet knowing, fearing nothing, expecting nothing.

// Virginia Woolf

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