“When her doctor took her bandages off and led her into the garden, the girl who was no longer blind saw “the… — Annie Dillard Copy Share Image
Upon the hearth the fire is red, Beneath the roof there is a bed; But not yet weary are our feet, Still… — Anonymous Copy Share Image
I have since only rarely seen the tree with the lights in it. The vision comes and goes, mostly goes, but I… — Annie Dillard Copy Share Image
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