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Like what I did there? Call it a cheap pun, stolen wording, or what you will. 

It’s deep November. University is on break. But nothing else in life is.

So take a break and read a Dickinson poem

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We talked with each other about each other

Straight from Emily’s secret bedroom stash

We talked with each other about each other

straight from Emily’s bedroom poem stash

Rilke's answer again

another translation of Rilke’s famed word on artistic pursuit