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 chilliest land
And on the strangest sea;
Yet, never, in extremity,
It asked a crumb of me.
~Emily Dickinson
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I just want to say that in the short time I've been reading this blog it has been inspiring to change myself. I seem to be in a constant state of disorganization and it gets pretty overwhelming. I just wanted to say good job and I'm really enjoying the read.
Kevin, thank you. :) It's good to hear that, not only is someone getting something from my blog posts, but that someone is enjoying it along the way. Thanks for the encouragement! :)
P.S. I have the organizing gene. Let me know if you need any help. ;)
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