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After a hundred years
Nobody knows the place,--
Agony, that enacted there,
Motionless as peace.

Weeds triumphant ranged,
Strangers strolled and spelled
At the lone orthography
Of the elder dead.

Winds of summer fields
Recollect the way,--
Instinct picking up the key
Dropped by memory.

Emily Dickinson

Monday, May 14, 2001

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Charlie Stalls 29 July 2018

To memorize give you pleasure . but better is that you let it go with the wind.

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* Sunprincess * 22 September 2015

..........very nice, vivid and imaginative ★

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Angelina Holmes 05 May 2014

A hundred years is a long time.

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Angelina Holmes 05 May 2014

Always a pleasure to read :)

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Angelina Holmes 05 May 2014

Always a pleasure to read :)

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