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Forever—it composed of Nows
Emily Dickinson
624 Forever—it composed of Nows— ’Tis not a different time— Except for Infiniteness— And Latitude of Home— From this—experienced Here— Remove the Dates—to These— Let Months dissolve in further Months— And Years—exhale in Years— Without Debate—or Pause— Or Celebrated Days— No different Our Years would be From Anno Domini’s—
