"The church that she attended, the altar that she knelt at, was not the one with stained glass windows and wooden pews and society's expectations of who she should be, it was one within her soul. Her sacrament was not bread and wine, it was stolen moments and an aching secret she carried" -me in my essay about how Emily Dickinson was a lesbian
— May 28, 2025 04:36PM
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