Daily Emily Dickinson

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                LI.

I gained it so,
      By climbing slow,
By catching at the twigs that grow
Between the bliss and me.
      It hung so high,
      As well the sky
      Attempt by strategy.


            
Wednesday, December 10, 2025
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