Amazing

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 I’ll be honest. I’m still mourning Ozzy. So much in my life was shaped by him. He was an awesome person. 

Hovering Hope

 

“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, 1830-1886)

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