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Hope! How long had it been since Sarah had felt genuine hope? She couldn’t remember. Maybe it was because she hadn’t realized until now that

I first started writing this letter over two weeks ago. I was on vacation and looking out at the ocean trying my best to get a new letter ou

Stepping out of the local tavern, Mary’s eyes squint from the bright sun. She stands still for a few moments to let them adjust

It’s raining so heavily that before I know it, I’m drenched and freezing as I look up to see a sign hanging above the doorway to a darkened

A heart is a fragile thing. That's why we protect them so vigorously, give them away so rarely, and why it means so much when we do. Some he