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PreRaphSoc: ‘A pigeon walking dainty in the street; The morning mist where backyard fences meet; An old Victoria—and in it, proud, An old, old woman, ready for her shroud: These are the purple sights for me, Not palaces nor pageantry.’ ‘Purple’, American poet Margaret Steele Anderson, 1913.

teamhearttouch: “The Mystery” by Margaret Steele Anderson. Nobody is a mistake. Each individual has a purpose. Nobody can fulfill your shoes, so live life the way you want.

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