Not sure if you check this anymore, but I didn't know how else to reach you. I just found myself thinking about you today. It doesn't sound like it by your posts, but I hope you're well. I miss you and I love you and I still count you a brother. Drop me a line if you want: zachallen217 [AT] yahoo [DOT] com
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Hope
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 chillest land,
And on the strangest sea;
Yet, never, in extremity,
It asked a crumb of me.
-Emily Dickinson
Nic -
Not sure if you check this anymore, but I didn't know how else to reach you. I just found myself thinking about you today. It doesn't sound like it by your posts, but I hope you're well. I miss you and I love you and I still count you a brother. Drop me a line if you want:
zachallen217 [AT] yahoo [DOT] com
-z
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