"There's a certain Slant of light,
Winter Afternoons --
That oppresses, like the Heft
Of Cathedral Tunes --
Heavenly Hurt, it gives us --
We can find no scar,
But internal difference,
Where the Meanings, are --
None may teach it -- Any --
'Tis the Seal Despair --
An imperial affliction
Sent us of the Air --
When it comes, the Landscape listens --
Shadows -- hold their breath --
When it goes, 'tis like the Distance
On the look of Death --"
-Emily Dickinson
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Friday 2 a.m. resolution:
I will try very hard to take control of this thing. This weekend. I refuse to spend another week like this.
Going to sleep now....have to get up at 6 a.m.
Will also try to get my articulateness back. If ever I was.
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(((Michelle))) Please remember I am here if you need me, please? I am here day and night...to talk or just listen.:o)
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Hugs, Julie
You will get through this.
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ReplyDeleteI am sorry that you are still having hard times and I want you to be happy. Please talk when you need to. I am your older sister and I have big shoulders if you need them.
Hugs,
Anita
I wish I could make it all better, I really do. I am thinking about you. You will manage. Nice poetry.
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