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So great!! Hope comes from a wooden stick on the ground too, LOVE it!
Freyja · 2007-07-11: 14:00
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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
photopoet · 2007-07-29: 20:39
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Thanks for comments! Special thanks to Kasia for first song.
davidcardona · 2007-07-31: 13:53
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Very interesting subject. It catches the eye. It becomes very meaningful with the name you gave it.
PIXELPUNK10010 · 2007-07-31: 18:28
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Beautiful!
Najeli · 2007-08-02: 14:33
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