Tuesday, March 27, 2012

Hope Trumps Despair

Hope is the thing with feathers
That perches in the soul,
And sings a tune without the words,
And never stops at all.
--Emily Dickenson

(For those of you who subscribe, my apologies that you are receiving this twice. There was a technical error on my part earlier in the evening. The message is appropriate: Hope often sends me the same message more than once because I didn't get it the first time.)

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