I'm reading a collection of Emily's letters. My mum fears that I will turn into a recluse like Emily did. I know that there is more to Emily than her unusual social manners, so I have undertaken a study of her life. Her letters to friends and family are sweet and honest and hilarious at times. My favorite line so far comes at the end of a lengthy letter written when she was 14 to her childhood friend, Abiah.
I have looked my letter over, and find I have written nothing worth reading.
And then she sent it anyway.
So, Emily Dickinson was a babbler, and she knew it. I like you better already, Em.
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