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Hope.
Not the delusional, fleeting kind that whispers of a better tomorrow. Not the "things will magically get better" kind that fools and children cling to. No, this was a different, more substantial kind of hope. It was the kind that comes from watching pure, unadulterated chaos slowly, stubbornly, transform into progress. It was the kind of hope forged in the fires of burnt pans and bruised egos. It was the quiet, steady warmth that stirs deep inside when you realize, ...
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