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dickinson-series01_078-1890	dickinson	dickinson-series01_078-1890	1890		.txt	text/plain	78	6	86	There's a certain slant of light, On winter afternoons, That oppresses, like the weight Of cathedral tunes. When it comes, the landscape listens, Shadows hold their breath; When it goes, 't is like the distance On the look of death.	cache/dickinson-series01_078-1890.txt	txt/dickinson-series01_078-1890.txt