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Saturday, December 02, 2017

This is the Hour of Lead

After great pain, a formal feeling comes – 

The Nerves sit ceremonious, like Tombs – 
The stiff Heart questions ‘was it He, that bore,’ 
And ‘Yesterday, or Centuries before’? 

Emily Dickinson.

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