What would we do without hope? It’s more than a wish–it’s a yearning and a belief that somewhere, out in the future, things will get better. Hope rises with the sun each morning, but it doesn’t set as the sun sinks westward. Hope lives on, through even the darkest night.
As the sun slid westward last night, people began returning home from work and lights popped on in houses. The bird families, with much twittering, settled into nests and bushes, and those busy squirrels disappeared into their leafy homes. Another day had ended, and, though the world seemed dark, tomorrow would come.
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