At day’s break the only chatter that needs to be heard rises up—not with alarm but conviction for what waits to be enjoyed and avoided.
“Hope” is the thing with feathers–
That perches in the soul–
And sings the tune without words–
And never stops–at all–
Emily Dickinson (American Poet, 1830 – 1886)
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