Several weeks ago I did 3 posts on Emily Dickinson (here, here and here) and I just looked over some of her letters again.
Found another thought fragment that proves (at least to me!) that she had the soul of an UltraRunner. In a letter to a friend, she writes:
You ask my companions, Hills, sir, and the sundown, and a dog large as myself that my father bought me. They are better than beings because they know but do not tell.
Give me some hills and a sundown and a trail and I'm in heaven. The dog is optional since I have no experience with running with a dog, but I imagine it's fun.
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