Wednesday, September 14, 2011

you + me & the fLeA

Hope" is the thing with feathers—
That perches in the soul—
And sings the tune without the words—
And never stops—at all—

And sweetest—in the Gale—is heard—
And sore must be the storm—
That could abash the little Bird
That kept so many warm—

I've heard it in the chillest land—
And on the strangest Sea—
Yet, never, in Extremity,
It asked a crumb—of Me

Emily Dickinson

Flutter into the flea to find fabulous feather creations by this very talented gal

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