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<TEI.2> <teiHeader> <filedesc> <titleStmt> <title type="245">Virginia Woolf's The Waves</title> <author>Woolf, Virginia</author> </titleStmt> <publicationStmt> <distributor>Oxford Text Archive</distributor> <idno>WoolfWaves</idno> <availability><p>Available to University of Michigan faculty, staff, and students through UMLibText. Also available from the Oxford Text Archive.</availability> <date>February 1995</date></publicationStmt> <sourceDesc> <biblfull> <titleStmt> <title>The Waves</title> <author>Woolf, Virginia</author> </titleStmt> <publicationStmt> <publisher> The Hogarth Press,</publisher><pubplace>London</pubplace> <date>1955</date></publicationStmt> </biblfull> </sourceDesc> </filedesc> <profileDesc><creation><date>1930-1931</date></creation> </profileDesc> <revisionDesc> <change><date>February 1995</date><respStmt><name>Jeff Chisa</name><resp>Humanities Text Initiative</resp><item>Changed tagging to make text parsable</item> </revisionDesc> </teiHeader> <text> <body> < . . .
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<Text id=WooWave> <Author>Woolf, Virginia</Author> <Title>The Waves</Title> <Edition>London: The Hogarth Press, 1955</Edition> <Date>1930-1931</Date> <body> <div0> <loc><locdoc>WooWave5</locdoc><milestone n=5> The sun had not yet risen. The sea was indistinguishable from the sky, except that the sea was slightly creased as if a cloth had wrinkles in it. Gradually as the sky whitened a dark line lay on the horizon dividing the sea from the sky and the grey cloth became barred with thick strokes moving, one after another, beneath the surface, following each other, pursuing each other, perpetually. <p> As they neared the shore each bar rose, heaped itself, broke and swept a thin veil of white water across the sand. The wave paused, and then drew out again, sighing like a sleeper whose breath comes and goes unconsciously. Gradually the dark bar on the horizon became clear as if the sediment in an old wine-bottle had sunk and left the glass green. Behind it, too, the . . .
