Today, my childhood in Africa feels like it was ages ago. Yet I still remember an Emily Dickinson poem that I memorized...
I never saw a moor
I never saw the sea
Yet know I how the heather looks
And what a wave must be.
I never spoke with God
Nor visited in heaven
Yet certain am I of the spot
As if the chart were given.
Just before Easter, I was able to go to Yorkshire with my housemate and she drove me through the North Yorkshire Moors. As I looked over the purple heather, I kept thinking of this poem. Well, either the poem, the musical Brigadoon, or Heathcliff :)
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