Hope is the thing with feathers that perches in the soul
and sings the tunes without words
and never stops at all.
Emily Dickinson
Sunday, November 27, 2016
Quiet Reflection Sunday
Hope is the thing with feathers that perches in the soul
and sings the tunes without words
and never stops at all.
Emily Dickinson
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