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Dear Alumnae/i and Friends,

The beauty of the Pine Manor College campus is magical at times. Following this week’s winter storm, it is blanketed in snow. The air is fresh and crisp! The snow is brilliant white!
It reminded me of a poem by Emily Dickinson that I would like to share with you:

It sifts from leaden sieves,
It powders all the wood,
It fills with alabaster wool
The wrinkles of the road.

It makes an even face
Of mountain and of plain, —
Unbroken forehead from the east
Unto the east again.

It reaches to the fence,
It wraps it, rail by rail,
Till it is lost in fleeces;
It flings a crystal veil

On stump and stack and stem, —
The summer’s empty room,
Acres of seams where harvests were,
Recordless, but for them.

It ruffles wrists of posts,
As ankles of a queen, —
Then stills its artisans like ghosts,
Denying they have been.

                            Emily Dickinson

Dickinson clearly knew the placid beauty of a wintry snowy day, as does Dan Bohrs of the English Language Institute at Pine Manor College. Thank you, Dan, for taking the attached photo of snow on the Ferry Building. 

Very truly yours,

Thomas M. O'Reilly