right now, typing up in a crazed matter a paper due tomorrow on early american lit. Naturally, it is on Dickinson's poem, and naturally, being in a state not very much different from yesterday's with the exception of colder feet and a hate for slush, i am writing about nests. Nests=place for upbringing young='spawning' (that's the Oxford English
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