Prompt: Hope
Hope is a thing with feathers hopping a fiery hoop before a springtime swim towards the horizon, heedless of shoreline.
“You cannot swim for new horizons until you have courage to lose sight of the shore.”
― William Faulkner
“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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