I felt a funeral in my brain
and mourners to and fro
kept treading, treading till I felt that
the sense was breaking through
──Emily Dickenson,〈I felt a funeral in my brain 〉
Emily Dickinson, one of my favorite poets.
March 14, a special day, the white valentine
hope kindred have a sweet special night
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I'm sorry, I've a problem with my monitor so I've to edit the photo, the color is too red before.
Twitter, please, give me editing features