Hope has holes
in its pockets. It leaves little crumb trails so that we, when anxious,
can follow it. Hope’s secret: it doesn’t know the destination- it knows only that all roads begin with one foot in front of
the other.
Rosemerry Wahtola Trommer
Hope
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