"Hope is the thing with feathers that perches in the soul - and sings the tunes without the words - and never stops at all."
"You ask of my companions. Hills, sir, and the sundown, and a dog as large as myself."
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Source: Emily Dickinson, Thomas Herbert Johnson, Theodora Ward (1986). “The Letters of Emily Dickinson”, p.404, Harvard University Press
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