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rarasaur November 19, 2019 Quote journals

"Hope is not like a lottery ticket you can sit on the sofa and clutch, feeling lucky. Hope is an axe you break down doors with in an emergency."
- Rebecca Solnit

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    Paula Light on November 19, 2019 at 10:32 AM
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    Love that! 💖

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    MythRider on November 19, 2019 at 11:57 AM
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    I never thought of it like that. But it’s true.
    Without hope, nothing gets done.

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    Lauren on November 19, 2019 at 2:22 PM
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    Brilliant

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    Vanessence on November 19, 2019 at 10:54 PM
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    Oh! I love this! This made me cry. ❤ xoxox *hugs*

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