Bufflehead Cabin
How public, like a frog
To tell your name the livelong day
To an admiring bog!
— Emily Dickinson
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“The red leaves take the green leaves’ place, and the landscape yields. We go to sleep with the peach in our hands and wake with the stone, but the stone is the pledge of summers to come.”
Emily Dickinson, The Letters of Emily Dickinson (via litverve)
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