Each that we lose takes part of us;
A crescent still abides,
Which like the moon, some turbid night,
Is summoned by the tides.
Emily Dickinson
Liminal words
Publicado em 2 de Agosto de 2020
"Werde der du bist." Goethe
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Each that we lose takes part of us;
A crescent still abides,
Which like the moon, some turbid night,
Is summoned by the tides.
Emily Dickinson
Publicado em 2 de Agosto de 2020