Sometimes it is a dangerous thing to give a voice to hope...I don't usually, out loud at least I keep it quiet, and watchful and wary. Hope is alive for me, but it is a quiet private thing to be savored and sustained alone or not at all. There are moments when hope, or infatuation or wonder strikes me so strongly that I want to scream out loud or
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