Parting is all we know of heaven And all we need of hell. [Emily Dickinson]
I’ve got an here. Loving the hand that sent it I the dart revere. Fell, they will say, in “skirmish”! Vanquished, my soul will know By but a simple Sped by an archer’s bow. [Emily Dickinson]
Parting is all we know of heaven And all we need of hell. [Emily Dickinson]
I’ve got an here. Loving the hand that sent it I the dart revere. Fell, they will say, in “skirmish”! Vanquished, my soul will know By but a simple Sped by an archer’s bow. [Emily Dickinson]
Parting is all we know of heaven And all we need of hell. [Emily Dickinson]
I’ve got an here. Loving the hand that sent it I the dart revere. Fell, they will say, in “skirmish”! Vanquished, my soul will know By but a simple Sped by an archer’s bow. [Emily Dickinson]
Parting is all we know of heaven And all we need of hell. [Emily Dickinson]
I’ve got an here. Loving the hand that sent it I the dart revere. Fell, they will say, in “skirmish”! Vanquished, my soul will know By but a simple Sped by an archer’s bow. [Emily Dickinson]
Parting is all we know of heaven And all we need of hell. [Emily Dickinson]
I’ve got an here. Loving the hand that sent it I the dart revere. Fell, they will say, in “skirmish”! Vanquished, my soul will know By but a simple Sped by an archer’s bow. [Emily Dickinson]
Parting is all we know of heaven And all we need of hell. [Emily Dickinson]
I’ve got an here. Loving the hand that sent it I the dart revere. Fell, they will say, in “skirmish”! Vanquished, my soul will know By but a simple Sped by an archer’s bow. [Emily Dickinson]
Parting is all we know of heaven And all we need of hell. [Emily Dickinson]
I’ve got an here. Loving the hand that sent it I the dart revere. Fell, they will say, in “skirmish”! Vanquished, my soul will know By but a simple Sped by an archer’s bow. [Emily Dickinson]
Parting is all we know of heaven And all we need of hell. [Emily Dickinson]
I’ve got an here. Loving the hand that sent it I the dart revere. Fell, they will say, in “skirmish”! Vanquished, my soul will know By but a simple Sped by an archer’s bow. [Emily Dickinson]
Parting is all we know of heaven And all we need of hell. [Emily Dickinson]
I’ve got an here. Loving the hand that sent it I the dart revere. Fell, they will say, in “skirmish”! Vanquished, my soul will know By but a simple Sped by an archer’s bow. [Emily Dickinson]
Parting is all we know of heaven And all we need of hell. [Emily Dickinson]
I’ve got an here. Loving the hand that sent it I the dart revere. Fell, they will say, in “skirmish”! Vanquished, my soul will know By but a simple Sped by an archer’s bow. [Emily Dickinson]