Thursday, March 3, 2011

Katesplayground 2010 Vid

Hope is the thing with feathers

Hope is the thing with feathers - That perches in the soul
-
And sings the tune without the words - And never stops
- at all - And sweetest

in the gale is heard;
And sore must be the storm - That could abash the little

Bird That kept so many warm -

I've heard it in the chills land - And
on the strangest Sea -
Yet, never, in Extremity, It asked a crumb
- of me.

Emily Dickinson

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