Dickinson uses the metaphor of a funeral to describe her inner struggles. What metaphor would you use to describe your own mind

 My mind is like a busy library. It's not loud and crazy like a concert but there's a lot going on. Every thought and memory has its own section. There's the history aisle for old memories and a big pile of new ideas waiting to be checked out. Sometimes a thought comes along that's too loud but mostly things are humming along. It can get overwhelming with so many thoughts but it's also cool because there's always something to think about. It's a place where a lot of stuff is happening all at once.

Summary: We read another Emily Dickinson poem and started our hearts visual representation paper.

Reflection: I learned what Emily's poems were really about and how meaningful they were.

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