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Hope is the thing with feathers that perches in the soul, that sings the tune without the words, and never stops at all. -Emily Dickinson

This has been my favorite excerpt since it captivated me over 20 years ago. There is more to it, and very worth looking up! You can’t steal Hope, nor can you make its song stop. No words, to me, means it is free, liberated, unbound to the parameter of lyric.

That’s my short & sweet tidbit 😌

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