Hope
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Hope is not just a word said every now and then
It is in the outstretched hand of the person beside you
In the swirling notes of your beloved music
Perhaps it is in the rays of sunshine beaming down upon your face
Or maybe it is the sweet smell of freshly baked treats
It is in the enticing words of a great story
Maybe even in the shimmering stars lighting up the small town
Where ever hope may be, it is there
You just have to look around
