HOPEIt's a bird with three feathers and three beaks;the past, the present and the future,the ghost of yesterday and the egg of today;it’s the substance of tomorrow, the thing that liveswhen life has died and gone to the gloam.Like a bird, it soars over the oceans and clouds,waltzes across rivers, seas and the Heaven;it sails beyond lakes, deserts and mountains,hovering over rugged hills and hanging cliffs and the rough necks of the mediocre moon.Its feathers are heavy like irons, strong like oakfluttering with ease over every housetop,skidding on the ragged edge of the earth,like a giant hearse romping to the
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