OH. MY. GOD. Jamie’s left the poetry notebook in my locker, with a new poem: “Wild Nights—Wild Nights!” by Emily Dickinson. And a note: This makes me think of you. Not just because of the wild nights part (haha), but also because you’re like my harbor in a wild ocean. Love, J I reread the last part of the poem: Rowing in Eden Ah, the Sea! Might I but moor—Tonight— In Thee!
