Hope caresses the ends of her hair, pulling life through a needlehole, squeezing the most out of each day.
Reason for writing:
i was picturing what hope might look like if it could be seen: sort of pensive, off to the side...twisting its hair...but forever making the most of everything
Birth sign: Taurus
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