Emily Dickinson
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It was dawn and Emily was awake, sitting in a wooden chair in front of her desk while writing one of her secret poems. The white robe covered her body like a veil while her long brown hair fell around her shoulders
It was dawn and Emily was awake, sitting in a wooden chair in front of her desk while writing one of her secret poems. The white robe covered her body like a veil while her long brown hair fell around her shoulders