This Valentine's Day has been, in a word, remarkable.
Wild Nights--Wild Nights!
Wild nights--wild nights!
Were I with thee
Wild nights should be
our luxury!
Futile the winds
To heart in port--
Done with the compass,
Done with the chart!
Rowing in Eden--
As the sea!
Might I moor, tonight,
In thee!
- Emily Dickinson
Sweet Dreams ahead.
For someday.
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