Look what I found in my rented kitchen. How can I not smile back?
Oh, to be so happy in your work!
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Posted: 2025 Feb 07
"Hope" is the Thing with Feathers - Emily Dickinson
“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.
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