"We used to think...when I was an unsifted girl...that words were weak and cheap. Now I don't know of anything so mighty." -Emily Dickinson
Sunday, July 31, 2022
The cats were sleeping downstairs...
31 July 2022: Texted Vogel today that I was reading Alcott while listening to the Yankee game--which is pretty much quintessentially me (minus the bit alluded to in this post's title).
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