I can bear my soul from its home of clay
On a windy night when the moon is bright
And the eye can wander through worlds of light
When I am not and none beside -
Nor earth nor sea nor cloudless sky -
But only spirit wandering wide
Through infinite immensity.
Emily Brontë, poem, 1838


May you enjoy your rich, intense inner world for many many years to come, my friend.
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