A tough but amazing read so far. Loved this opening poem she shared:
I am cheered with the moist, warm,
glittering, budding, and melodious hour
that takes down the narrow walls of my
soul and extends its pulsation and life
to the very horizon. That is morning; to
cease for a bright hour to be a prisoner of
this sickly body and to become as large as the World.
-Ralph Waldo Emerson
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