“Hope is the thing with feathers
That perches in the soul,
And sings the tune without the words
And never stops at all” –Emily Dickinson
As I reread your words I’m taken back in time. I try to see the world thru your eyes, using your words to guide me..
184 years ago you were born and the gift of words that you left this world, to me, will forever be priceless.. Thank you for spilling your soul on paper..