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"HOPE"by Emily Dickenson "Hope is the thing with feathers That perches in the soul and sings the tune without the words and never stops at all and sweetest in the gale is heard and sore must be the storm That could abash the little bird That kept so many warm I've heard it in the chillest land And on the strangest Sea Yet,never, in extremity, It asked a crumb of Me. Life is a journey, not a destination.
Laissez les bons temps rouler.
Each day is a new canvas to paint upon. Make sure your picture is full of life and happiness, and at the end of the day you don't look at it and wish you had painted something different.
Author Unknown
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