Posts Tagged ‘Emily Dickinson’
In which The Gay Recluse becomes increasingly obsessed with birds. It was raining pretty hard, but we still had places to go. Even if we knew that somewhere, someone was sleeping. I hope you love birds, too. –Emily Dickinson Advertisements
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Tags: Birds, Emily Dickinson, Rain, Sleep
