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May 23, 2016

Hope that Springs Eternal

From the dead barks of our yesterday's, hardened with hurt and regret, scrawny with so much of scrounging, and flaky with all this neglect, we can still will for hope to bloom, faith to survive.

And then sometimes, like a miracle, from the this stoic heart full of deadened despair, a new shoot will grow, you will never know.

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