autumn 1884
A friend is a solemnity and after the great intrusion of Death, each one that remains has a spectral pricelessness besides the moral worth - I hope you may live while we live, and then with loving selfishness consent that you should go - Said that marvellous Emily Bronte
Though Earth and Man were goneTenderly, Emily -
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