Hmmm....
I've been thinking of ending this blog for a while now, however it seems to have this unusual pull on me.
It may happen sooner than you know...
It may happen sooner than you know...
THE SOUL selects her own society, Then shuts the door; On her divine majority Obtrude no more. Unmoved, she notes the chariot’s pausing At her low gate; Unmoved, an emperor is kneeling Upon her mat. I ’ve known her from an ample nation Choose one; Then close the valves of her attention Like stone. Emily Dickinson
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