'Twas Crisis -- All the length had passed                     
                  That dull -- benumbing time                                   
                  There is in Fever or Event --                                 
                  And now the Chance had come --                                
                                                                               
                  The instant holding in its claw                               
                  The privilege to live                                         
                  Or warrant to report the Soul                                 
                  The other side the Grave.                                     
                                                                               
                  -- Emily Dickinson                                            
                                                                               
                                                                               
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
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