Like Spinning Plates

The door slammed loud and rose up a cloud of dust on us

[the-bookshop]

[midnightinshadow]

[autumnalsoul]

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[glimpsesofpeaceful]

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[meeems-world]

[meeems-world]

[meeems-world]

[heylsgowt]

[shakespearesdaughters]

[mahoganyamore]

lavender and honey

[forevermorejustme]

The Soul selects her own Society — Then — shuts the Door — To her divine Majority — Present no more —

by Emily Dickinson

[forevermorejustme]

There is a word

Which bears a sword

Can pierce an armed man -

It hurls its barbed syllables

And is mute again -

by Emily Dickinson

[forevermorejustme]

I never told the buried gold

Upon the hill- that lies-

I saw the sun - his plunder done

Crouch low to guard his prize.

by Emily Dickinson

[themoonsdearest]

Summer 2007. Saturday, 12:43 pm.

[glimpsesofpeaceful]

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[glimpsesofpeaceful]

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[glimpsesofpeaceful]

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