One day I lost a small prop of the word hope at the beach. I looked on the beach at dawn the next day at dawn and did not find it.
I wondered, "Did people see hope? Did they pick it up but not think it was theirs? Were they to focused on the clouds to notice it?"
Later that afternoon, I was glad to find hope exactly where I had left it. If you need hope, it's yours for the taking. Open...
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