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Beneath the stars

Free Member, Lost Poet from the North,South,East,West

a door just opened on a street

A door just opened on a street —
I, lost, was passing by —
An instant's width of warmth disclosed
And wealth, and company.

The door as sudden shut, and I,
I, lost, was passing by, —
Lost doubly, but by contrast most,
Enlightening misery.

Emily Dickinson

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