Gail CaldwellHope in the beginning feels like such a violation of the loss, and yet without it we couldn't survive.
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Hope in the beginning feels like such a violation of the loss, and yet without it we couldn't survive. -Neil Gaiman I hope all of you will like my post. If you like this post, then share it with your friends on Facebook, Twitter, Google Plus, StumbleUpon and other social media. If you have anything to share about this post, please feel free to leave a comment below. Do not forget to follow me on Facebook , Twitter , Google Plus , StumbleUpon & Pinterest
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