Then she skipped to the words that she needed to read now:
Some nights at sea, under an ink black sky, I begin to despair at the human darkness that envelopes the world. Then I think of you, and seek out a faint star, and I am reminded that there is always hope. Though we can never know what lies ahead, I imagine hope as a tiny flame that we cup protectively in our hands, whose light pushes into the darkness and shows us where to place our feet. Hope is a brave little foray into the future, taken with the belief in goodness and happiness.
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