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
Monday, 19 July 2010
hope is the thing
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A blog about life and losing my mind; about the emotions that take us, the colours that catch us, the little things that are lost. We create the dark, and we can stem the shadow.
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