A brief moment of each day.

171/365–Hope

When we first moved out of our former neighborhood, fleeing the violence and noise of poverty, I would tear up reading this one word so prominently displayed on my commute.   I had some again, and being reminded of it as I entered this new neighborhood was incredibly powerful.

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