A Poem

While going through one of the tubs of basement stuff, I found a box of notecards. Most were old and in not great condition. Beyond salvageable. I did save a few. One small card from a company called Victorian Greetings.

This angel on the front:

Blank inside.

And this Emily Dickinson poem on the back:

Who has not found the heaven below,

Will fail of it above:

For angels rent the house next our’s

Wherever we remove. 

Seemed like a good thing to share on the last Sunday in February.

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Day 56/365