I hope everyone has some good plans for the weekend.
The poem I have chosen this week really struck me when I read it so I thought I would share it.
'Hope' is the Thing with Feathers 'Hope' is the thing with feathers - That perches in the soul - And sings the tune without the words - And never stops - at all - And sweetest - in the Gale - is heard - And sore must be the storm - That could abash the little Bird That kept so many warm - I've heard it in the chillest land - And on the strangest Sea - Yet, never, in Extremity, It asked a crumb - of Me. Emily Dickinson
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