I can't believe I found this picture on the net. This is an exact picture and poem by Emily Dickinson that my Mother took out of a magazine and framed for me when I was a small child. She put it on the wall beside my bed. Every night I read this poem and pondered it's meaning. At the time I don't think my Mother had a clue the impact this poem would make on my life. Although it is not the exact one that I had as a child I still have this poem framed beside my bed. I wish I still had the original one.
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