For a wonderful day at work today-play the compliment game, try say something nice to each person you meet and the world will turn really rosy. Promise.
I have been a collector of pretty images for so long many of them are a little lost, if they live with you let me know and I shall label them accordingly!!!! thank you so much
Hope by Emily Dickinson
"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.
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