Sunday, November 23, 2014

# 42 Hope

Taken this summer in the Northwest

Hope.  My mantra.  As someone living with cancer with a future no one can predict, hope is the word I cherish. I'll turn it over to Ms. Dickinson who said it best.

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

Thanks for reading # 42 of 7777.

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