as always, my girl, jane austen, gets it right.
hope. what a wonderful thing to have. between my broken heart and tomorrow's election, it's all i can do to hold on to hope. but i do. steadfastly and for dear life. because tomorrow is yet another dream to be realized, and somewhere out there we will find all the holes in our heart filled to the brim.
happy monday, y'all.
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