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A Door just opened on a street
Emily Dickinson
953 A Door just opened on a street— I—lost—was passing by— An instant’s Width of Warmth disclosed— And Wealth—and Company. The Door as instant shut—And I— I—lost—was passing by— Lost doubly—but by contrast—most— Informing—misery—
