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Notes in Emily Dickinson’s pocket – “Our share of night to bear” (Life, 2)

‌ Our share of night to bear, Our share of morning, Our blank in bliss to fill, Our blank in scorning. Here a star, and there a star, Some lose their way. Here a mist, and there a mist, Afterwards—day! … Continue reading

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