|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
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