I read this three or four times prior to this post and each time tried to change/alter my study and tempo of the poem's message. It made no difference, it was beautiful every time. Emily Dickinson ~ In a Library
One would wonder, If you sat at this desk, do you thinks you would be able to feel the spirit of Jane Austen, herself? Observe the rich patina. In Jane Austen’s time, the feather quill was the main writing instrument of choice.
I saw him sitting there, reading fairytales to his daughter. The little girl clearly still believed in it, and for a moment, I wished I could join her in her world of magic. Share a book - because sharing is caring.