Without Hope we are Nothing

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awakened curiosity found a patch of solitude
among the sleeping pines and crackling leaves
of a small city park

What a feeling
to be renewed with hope
to believe once again
that there is a way.
How joyful the thought
of an open door
of a ray of light
waiting for me.
Amazing is the idea
not all is lost
not all is gone
there is a chance.
What a feeling
to know I can
but if I can't
it's still ok. Random ramblings
confuse our thoughts
until a single gesture
--a look
ties together
all the obtuse
observations
discussed
over coffee
in a smokey diner
called home

If we'd stop trying to be happy we could have a pretty good time.
--Edith Wharton

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awakened curiosity found a patch of solitude among the sleeping pines and crackling leaves of a small city park
What a feeling to be renewed with hope to believe once again that there is a way. How joyful the thought of an open door of a ray of light waiting for me. Amazing is the idea not all is lost not all is gone there is a chance. What a feeling to know I can but if I can't it's still ok.	Random ramblings confuse our thoughts until a single gesture --a look ties together all the obtuse observations discussed over coffee in a smokey diner called home
If we'd stop trying to be happy we could have a pretty good time. --Edith Wharton