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. Hope is the Thing With Feathers by Emily Dickinson |
To answer that question I'd have to have an answer, and I don't really. But the basics? Love art, photography, and being outdoors. I've been to several different countries and every time I travel my wanderlust just gets stronger. Recent graduate from university with a bachelor of science in social work, but I want to look more into program development and community outreach. I'm super easygoing and love talking to people, so feel free to drop me a line. |
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