At Emily Dickinson's House
|Emily Dickinson House and Museum|
And I don't know how to explain my tears other than that. I was emotional anyway, and somehow those stories of Emily (Emily and her enormous dog, Emily baking bread every morning, Emily's signature white dress, Emily puttering in her very own greenhouse), spoke to me. To me she is such a personality: a quiet personality, perhaps, but one that filled up that house she lived in, and echoes down through her intricate poems.
|I feel like I look so happy in the series of pictures we took here.|
|Sam is celebrating poetry, obviously.|
|I love this picture.|