Emily Dickinson — "The Soul selects her own Society – Then – shuts the Door – To her divine Majorit…"
The Soul selects her own Society – Then – shuts the Door – To her divine Majority – Present no more –
The Soul selects her own Society – Then – shuts the Door – To her divine Majority – Present no more –
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