"Hope is the thing with feathers that perches in the soul and sings the tune without the words and never stops at all." - Emily Dickinson
Hope is a blessing and a curse. Hope can bring you peace and make you feel like you are going insane. Hope can be liberating and it can be exhausting. Hope can be naive, but take a lifetime to to believe in. Hope can sit quietly for hours, days, months, and even years... and then when you least expect it, will fill your soul with song. No matter what, I choose to hope.
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