Anonymous ID: 3516b7 Dec. 10, 2024, 6:16 a.m. No.22140615   πŸ—„οΈ.is πŸ”—kun   >>0627

My Life had stood – a Loaded Gun –

In Corners – till a Day

The Owner passed – identified –

And carried Me away –

 

And We roam in Sovereign Woods –

And now We hunt the Doe –

And every time I speak for Him –

The Mountains straight reply –

 

And do I smile, such cordial light

Upon the Valley glow –

It is as a Vesuvian face

Had let its pleasure through –-

 

And when at Night – Our good Day done –

I guard My Master’s Head –

β€˜Tis better than the Eider-Duck’s

Deep Pillow – to have shared –

 

To foe of His – I’m deadly foe –

None stir the second time –

On whom I lay a Yellow Eye –

Or an emphatic Thumb –

 

Though I than He – may longer live

He longer must – than I –

For I have but the power to kill,

Without – the power to die –

 

–Emily Dickinson

Anonymous ID: 3516b7 Dec. 10, 2024, 7:46 a.m. No.22141069   πŸ—„οΈ.is πŸ”—kun   >>1128

phew: the crisis has ebbed.

 

 

paywall: https://www.crainsnewyork.com/politics-policy/new-york-closing-25-migrant-shelters-crisis-ebbs-eric-adams-says

 

picrel looks like a typical walkup repurposed with a sign.