: a glimmer :



Look what I found, practically under my nose: hope. Isn’t that a sight for sore eyes and a battered spirit? I hadn’t gone looking for it, either, not under drippy trees on a cold, rainy spring afternoon. But there it is, a testament to the buoyant, enduring nature of life. It’s a blooming miracle is what it is.

Take heart, better days this way come.

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