Hope is the fountain of youth.
from it all life springs, and its stream grows weaker and weaker with every passing year until it finally runs out as the last breath slips through our lips.
That's why children believe the impossible.
Its why adults are afraid of everything.
Hope Hope Hope its such a different word than espoir.
Hope is hopeful, simple, pops with breath, forces your mouth into a little kiss.
Hope.
I'm sorry I just can't stop saying it. Hope hope hope.
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