venerdì 13 febbraio 2009

emily dickinson (while making bread for her father)

She baked bread for her father every morning. Did he know about her poetry? Probably not. He loved her, thought she was a bit wierd but was unaware of her secret. While making the dough she usually thought of her compositions. "Should I put the adjective 'my' in capitol letter or leave it like that? Should I use the term 'world' or 'society'? World, definitely."

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