The Thing With Feathers

The Thing With Feathers
“Hope” is the thing with feathers
That perches in the soul
And sings the tune without the words
And never stops – at all
And sweetest – in the Gale – is heard
And sore must be the storm
That could abash the little Bird
That kept so many warm
I’ve heard it in the chillest land
And on the strangest Sea
Yet – never – in Extremity,
It asked a crumb – of me.
(Emily Dickinson)
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My First Post

Hello everybody,

I have been taking photos and practicing photo editing as a hobby and semi-professionally for the past 5 years. You can come here to see some of my work. The world is a brilliant place, take it in every chance you get.

Blue Heron

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