Hope doesn’t wear white gloves—she’s got grit under her nails & a wild glint in her eye. She’s bruised, unbowed, & utterly unstoppable. The kind of fierce that comes from rising 1 more time than you fell. That’s the hope I know. That’s the hope I am.
#HopeRises #MagicInTheMundane #ElizaRaeSkyWrites
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