Hope

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Hope was a little girl's name. She was sharp. And bright. She was curious. Hope was pretty. Hope was gracious. Patient. Hope could thin out, but never disappear. She was always there. Even if tiny. Hope had roots. It had character. Hope had a history and a future. 

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