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“There’s a certain Slant of light, Winter Afternoons — that oppresses, like the Heft of Cathedral Tunes –“

  Where would we be, during difficult winters like this one, without the help of Emily Dickinson? This poem ends with these lines: “When it comes, the Landscape listens — Shadows — hold their breath — When it goes, ’tis … Continue reading

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