The sick man expects to get better.
The slave hopes to be free someday.
A soldier expects to go home.
Such hopes may not be rational
But they sustain the person.
I too believe in blessed outcomes.
A rose can bloom in the winter -
If put under glass. Look up,
At the top of your time-body
And see there, a rose blossoming.
And see there, a rose blossoming.
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