Make yourselves nests of pleasant thoughts, bright fancies, faithful sayings; treasure-cottages of precious and restful thoughts, which care cannot disturb nor poverty take away from you - cottages built without hands for your souls to live in...
Monday, April 13, 2009
Hope is the thing with feathers That perches in the soul, And sings the tune without the words, And never stops at all Emily Dickinson
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