THE PRETTY PEOPLE IN THE WOODS
The bee is not afraid of me,
I know the butterfly;
The pretty people in the woods
Receive me cordially.
The brooks laugh louder when I come,
The breezes madder play.
Wherefore, mine eyes, they sliver mists?
Wherefore, O summer’s day?
– Emily Dickinson
Kisses & Chaos,
Alli Woods Frederick
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