If I could write like EMILY DICKINSON, I'd be dead: Here

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Thursday, December 27, 2007

Here

Here in this place all quiet and still I find myself and write at will no guilt to haunt me for the kids have been fed, and I’ve given myself completely, to the man who sleeps in my bed. So with all the demands of my world... hushed, I slip quietly out of the bedroom, to come to this place where... Sign in to see full entry.

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