A death-blow is a life blow to someWho, till they died, did not alive become;Who, had they lived, had died, but whenThey died, vitality begun. --816, Emily Dickinson
I live a stone throw away from the final resting place of a reclusive poetess Emily Dickinson. I just stumbled across her grave while I was strolling a graveyard like a wandering teenage boy. If you look around, history and wonder are within your reach, waiting for a dialogue between you and the unexpected delight.