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O n e S t e p a t a T i m e
Bonaventure Cemetery
Savannah, Georgia
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We grow accustomed to the Dark --
When Light is put away --
As when the Neighbor holds the Lamp
To witness her Good bye --
A Moment -- We uncertain step
For newness of the night --
Then -- fit our Vision to the Dark --
And meet the Road -- erect --
And so of larger -- Darknesses --
These Evenings of the Brain --
When not a Moon disclose a sign --
Or Star -- come out -- within --
The Bravest -- grope a little --
And sometimes hit a Tree
Directly in the Forehead --
But as they learn to see --
Either the Darkness alters --
Or something in the sight
Adjusts itself to Midnight --
And Life steps almost straight.
= Emily Dickinson =
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Happy Thursday
