Scope for the imagination
The white way of delight
The lake of shining waters
A kindred spirit
The depths of despair
Anne spelled with an e
My life is a graveyard of buried dreams
We read this poem by Emily Dickinson today and thought that Anne would like it:
I dwell in Possibility--
A fairer House than Prose--
More numerous of Windows--
Superior--for Doors--
Of Chambers as the Cedars--
Impregnable of Eye--
And for an Everlasting Roof
The Gambrels of the Sky--
Of Visitors--the fairest--
For Occupation--This--
The spreading wide my narrow Hands
To gather Paradise--

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