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That sacred Closet when you sweep—
Emily Dickinson
1273 That sacred Closet when you sweep— Entitled “Memory”— Select a reverential Broom— And do it silently. ’Twill be a Labor of surprise— Besides Identity Of other Interlocutors A probability— August the Dust of that Domain— Unchallenged—let it lie— You cannot supersede itself But it can silence you—
