Shifting sand
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) A few weeks ago, I sent out a query—a short [...]
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) A few weeks ago, I sent out a query—a short [...]
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