Emily Dickinson would lower her poems in a basket from her bedroom window to readers waiting eagerly below.

I’m with this snippet on this gray, wet day.  

I’ll tell you how the sun rose, — 

A ribbon at time. 

—Emily Dickinson

I’m with how we receive, heart to hands and feet, hands and feet to heart, also “a ribbon at time”.  

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