“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

Hope, the thing that inspires us and can sing within chaos, that can be heard despite the noises of the height of the storm, the thing difficult to disturb even in the most challenging circumstances, the thing that shifts, flutters and changes with us as we sway along, the thing that resides in each and every one of us. – Medhi Walerski

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