Because I could not stop for Death –He kindly stopped for me –Emily Dickinson 2007 Slamming her eyes open, she brought her knees up and hugged her chest, desperately trying to shake off the nightmare. Alone in her bed, she tried to anchor herself in the pale October light of early morning. That was real. …
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