THIS WORLD HAS BEES It Was Right Where You Left It

Lyrics: I was right, where you left me, you left me, you left me Sound clip is a portion of a letter written by Emily Dickinson: Those that die seem near me because I lose my own. Not all my own, thank God, a darling own remains more darling than I name. The Month in which our Mother died, closed it s Drama Thursday, and I cannot conjecture a form of space without her timid face. Speaking to you as I feel, Dear, without that Dress of spirit must be worn for most, Courage is quite changed. Your Sorrow was in Winter one of our s in June and the other, November, and my Clergyman passed from Earth in spring, but sorrow brings it s own chill. Seasons do not warm it.