finding hope down the slippery slopes
hope sir...ma'am
hope anyone?
finding hope is like rolling down the slippery slopes
the slopes of the Tatra mountains in Slovakia
we can not plant our feet in hope ... in something that does not exist.
we can not plant our feet in snow... in something that does not twist...
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