I am hope. Yes, that's my real name. So I try to use it to help when I can. But it's hard keeping even myself hopeful sometimes, as a mother, wife, daughter, sister, aunt, friend, employee, consumer, seeker, and as you can see, writer. But I try. And I think you should too.
A new page, a new day, met with a new sound on the horizon. His men marched to a beating drum as they traveled. How many footsteps it prompted was masked by echoing valley's mimicking percussion.
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