Hope is the thing with feathers
That perches on the soul,
And sings the tune without the words,
And never stops at all,
I've heard it in the chillest land,
And on the strangest sea;
Yet, never, in extremity,
It asked a crumb of me.
emily dickinson....
Wednesday, July 25, 2007
Middle of Nowhere
its an new college. and its in the middle of nowhere.
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