My dear little four year old just handed me a card in an envelope, one she signed, that made my heart melt.
It says," Hope is the thing with feathers that perches in the soul and sings the tune without words and never stops - at all." Emily Dickinson
Hope sees the invisible, feels the intangible, and achieves the impossible.
Saturday, August 8, 2009
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Sweet! :-)
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