Prompt: Hope
Hope is a thing with feathers hopping a fiery hoop before a springtime swim towards the horizon, heedless of shoreline.
“You cannot swim for new horizons until you have courage to lose sight of the shore.”
― William Faulkner
“Hope is the thing with feathers
That perches in the soul
And sings the tune without the words
And never stops at all.”
― Emily Dickinson
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I like Emily Dickinson
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And where would we all be without her sister, Hope?
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I’m headed out towards the horizon as we speak in this novel; no looking back, friend.
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The very best of luck!
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I have my novel outlined on my wall–to be done soon, in serial killer fashion. It’s epic madness.
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Hehehe. I have this mental picture of you surrounded by walls full of manic scribblings!
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not far off….not far off…
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😂
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Beautiful quotes! Without hope, we are doomed!
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Agreed. So, I’m working my way towards that new horizon without looking back.
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Awesome! Keep moving forward. 🙂
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Ahh! Such beautiful words, K! And combined with the legendary quotes it is a treat to read. Great take, dear, glad to have you writing along.
(Sorry for the late reading, some deadlines got in the way.)
Cheers 🙂
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Thank you kindly, Bulbul. Twenty word Tuesday is such a treat. Thank you for hosting and commenting. Cheers.
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