'Twas Crisis -- All the length had passed                    
                  That dull -- benumbing time                                  
                  There is in Fever or Event --                                
                  And now the Chance had come --                               
                                                                               
                  The instant holding in its claw                              
                  The privilege to live                                        
                  Or warrant to report the Soul                                
                  The other side the Grave.                                    
                                                                               
                  -- Emily Dickinson                                           
                                                                               
                                                                               
                                                                               
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