i died for beauty -- but was scarce adjusted in the tomb when one who died for truth, was lain in an adjoining room --
he questioned softly "why i failed"? "for beauty", i replied -- "and i -- for truth -- themself are one -- we brethren, are", he said --
and so, as kinsmen, met a night -- we talked between the rooms -- until the moss had reached our lips -- and covered up -- our names --
// emily dickinson
speaking of scarce, my blog has been just that lately. ive been writing and photographing a whole lot. working on a website update as we speak, keeping my fingers crossed that it will be updated by monday morning.