The soul selects her own society,
Then shuts the door;
On her divine majority
Present no more.
Unmoved, she notes the chariots pausing
At her low gate;
Unmoved, an emperor is kneeling
Upon her mat.
I've known her from an ample nation
Choose one;
Then close the valves of her attention
Like stone.
Emily Dickinson
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Thank you Rita for the link back to my video. If it weren't for you, this video would not have been able to come forth! :)
You don't need to thank me, sweet! It was my pleasure :)
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