Il troppo mi urta - è così insolito.Mi sentivo a disagio, spaesata -come una bacca di fratta montanatrapiantata sulla strada.E non avevo fame. Allora capiiche la fame è un istinto di chi guarda le vetrine dal di fuori.L'entrare, la disperde.

-Emily Dickinson

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