Hope is a fragile thing; diffuse and intangible in the darkest times and barely acknowledged when all is as it should be. Yet hope remains as an anchor deep within, reminding us to keep walking even when we can’t see; even through the shards that leave us breathless. Like the subtlest hint of light that brushes the sky at dawn, hope reminds us of the light to come. Something new is promised up ahead, if only we have courage to believe in its existence. Hope is our true song calling us home.
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