“Hope is the thing with feathers that perches in the soul – and sings the tunes without the words – and never stops at all.”
~Emily Dickinson
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It’s funny, the things that most people don’t even notice, mean so very much to me. I went walking early this morning before the excruciating oppressive Texas heat set in. I’m never looking for lucky pennies or lucky feathers, they just seem to appear beneath my feet. (Signs)
About two miles into my walk, a beautiful black and white feather was waiting for me on a warm speckled gray driveway. I smiled.
“Hope is a thing of feathers….”
I continued my walk, enjoying the temporary cloud cover and the glorious sky that painted the eastern sky. “Beauty is in the eye of the beholder.”
Behold…
Toni Andrukaitis 
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