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The Janes


Rossetti - The Day Dream

Jane Morris.

Jane Eyre.

Jane Austen.

Jane Morris was the wife of William Morris and model/muse of Dante Gabriel Rossetti; Jane Eyre is the character of writer Charlotte Bronte; Jane Austen was a writer whose popularity has not ceased since her publication in the early 1800's, as far as I know. I really don't know what more to say except that I have been thinking about these women a lot.

They are all pretty different from each other and lived in different eras(and one of them is not a real person, unless you mingle her with Charlotte Bronte, which I do). One was a prodigious beauty, one a writer of genius, one a sufferer triumphant. But they blend together in this entity which is my ideal.

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