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Hope

I turn on the television the newsreader in hectoring tones recites his sorry litany; Emergency Catastrophe Disaster Death so I turn the television off; notice how loud the birdsong is this evening and search for other words; Generosity Gratitude Tenderness Love Spring bathes in gold tonight -and by such light hope slowly grows

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