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A Book
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!
By Emily Dickinson.
Artist Eeva Nikunen
Text and image source: Snowwolfs Woodland Nook https://www.facebook.com/531188960392510/posts/2103064056538318/
Magic!
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Pure magic. Thanks for sharing your thoughts.
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Thank you for the wonderful blog! ;)
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Pleasure’s mine, thanks.
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INDEED-!
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Thanks
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YUPPERS! :D
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