letters from dickinson to adelaide hills


Dear friend,

The only Balmless Wound is the departed Human Life we had learned to need.

For that, even Immortality is a slow solace. All other Peace has many Roots and will spring again.

With cheer from one who knows.

thomas johnson's note on letter 597 | index to dickinson/hills letters

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