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Four Walls walking


The White Ribbon

I Care

Worn By Hands

Death sets a thing significant
The eye had hurried by,
Except a perished creature
Entreat us tenderly

To ponder little workmanships
In crayon or in wool,
With “This was last her fingers did,”
Industrious until

The thimble weighed too heavy,
The stitches stopped themselves,
And then ‘t was put among the dust
Upon the closet shelves.

A book I have, a friend gave,
Whose pencil, here and there,
Had notched the place that pleased him, —
At rest his fingers are.

Now, when I read, I read not,
For interrupting tears
Obliterate the etchings
Too costly for repairs.

– Emily Dickinson

Fear is like a fog

The last few days I have been overcome with an edge of anxiety and general down-ness. Is it the economy? The constant shroud of death and illness that pervades my family? Oh, wait…death and taxes. Maybe that’s it. Time to watch the above clip again.