A little Road—not made of Man
Emily Dickinson
647 A little Road—not made of Man— Enabled of the Eye— Accessible to Thill of Bee— Or Cart of Butterfly— If Town it have—beyond itself— ’Tis that—I cannot say— I only know—no Curricle that rumble there Bear Me—
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