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A soul selects her own society --



I wanted to share this poem by Emily Dickinson with you all. Maybe to convey why I am drawn to being amidst the phenomenol online energy that worldpulse started as and has become, for women everywhere.





The Soul selects her own Society --



Then -- shuts the Door -- To her divine Majority -- Present no more -- Unmoved -- she notes the Chariots -- pausing -- At her low Gate -- Unmoved -- an Emperor be kneeling Upon her Mat -- I've known her -- from an ample nation -- Choose One -- Then -- close the Valves of her attention -- Like Stone --

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