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First published July 28, 2015
Hope is the thing with feathers
That perches in the soul,
And sings the tune without the words,
And never stops at all—Emily Dickinson
So this was what it was like beyond the corn-silk veil.
Others called it a curtain, but she preferred veil. This allowed for a more dreamlike connection between the blue skies and still waters of this hauntingly beautiful town, and the world out there, filled with cornfields, highways, cities, oceans-- the world, the family, she'd left behind.