A wounded dear leaps the highest — Emily Dickinson
A wounded dear leaps the highest — Emily Dickinson
A wounded dear leaps the highest — Emily Dickinson
A wounded dear leaps the highest — Emily Dickinson
A wounded dear leaps the highest — Emily Dickinson
A wounded dear leaps the highest — Emily Dickinson
A wounded dear leaps the highest — Emily Dickinson
A wounded dear leaps the highest — Emily Dickinson
A wounded dear leaps the highest — Emily Dickinson
A wounded dear leaps the highest — Emily Dickinson
A wounded dear leaps the highest — Emily Dickinson
A wounded dear leaps the highest — Emily Dickinson
A wounded dear leaps the highest — Emily Dickinson
A wounded dear leaps the highest — Emily Dickinson
A wounded dear leaps the highest — Emily Dickinson
A wounded dear leaps the highest — Emily Dickinson
A wounded dear leaps the highest — Emily Dickinson
A wounded dear leaps the highest — Emily Dickinson
A wounded dear leaps the highest — Emily Dickinson
A wounded dear leaps the highest — Emily Dickinson
A wounded dear leaps the highest — Emily Dickinson
A wounded dear leaps the highest — Emily Dickinson
A wounded dear leaps the highest — Emily Dickinson
A wounded dear leaps the highest — Emily Dickinson
A wounded dear leaps the highest — Emily Dickinson
A wounded dear leaps the highest — Emily Dickinson
A wounded dear leaps the highest — Emily Dickinson
A wounded dear leaps the highest — Emily Dickinson
A wounded dear leaps the highest — Emily Dickinson
A wounded dear leaps the highest — Emily Dickinson
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A wounded dear leaps the highest

— Emily Dickinson
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