Hope

Hold fast to dreams,

For if dreams die,

Life is a broken-winged bird,

That cannot fly.

Hold fast to dreams,

For if dreams go,

Life is a barren field,

Frozen with snow.

~ Langston Hughes

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I hope that this summer it gets to be really hot. And I hope that I remember how much I hated this winter. And I hope that I can grow to love the mud-colored grass that is slowly creeping out from under the snow drifts. And also, I hope the fact that Elizabeth LOVES the taste of bourbon-flavored sunflower seeds is random and not foreshadowing.