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Dear Hope thank you for remaining true. Your song is the soul's medicine without words.

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Ahhhhhhhh! Just what I needed to hear this morning ❤️

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Dear Hope,

Spring is early, and everywhere I see

signs of you: in the budding daffodil,

and the robin’s return to the tree.

Collect its song and see if it might fill

the dried out husk of a worn winter’s heart

with purpose.

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Oh Karen. Your words just expanded my hope exponentially! 🌸💥🌺

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