After a long and brutal winter in the heartland, one of my favorite poems comes to mind as I listen to the birds singing this morning outside my window and look forward to the planets aligning in the sky after dusk tonight.
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“Hope” is the Thing with Feathers
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After a long and brutal winter in the heartland, one of my favorite poems comes to mind as I listen to the birds singing this morning outside my window and look forward to the planets aligning in the sky after dusk tonight.