He ate and drank The Precious Words.



He ate and drank the precious Words – 
His Spirit grew robust – 
He knew no more that he was poor,
Nor that his frame was Dust – 

He danced along the dingy Days
And this Bequest of Wings
Was but a Book – What Liberty
A loosened spirit brings – 

Emily Dickinson.











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