And then there's picking yourself up...piecing back the dream bit by shattered bit. An uphill road again, the familiar potholes on the way, and learning to be prepared for the unexpected ones.
'There's still hope' - and there always will be because you keep it alive in your heart, your being. A sliver of light guiding your way; the silken, radiant rope you hold onto on your climb up the mountain.
'Climb every mountain, search high and low,
follow every by-way, every path you know,
Climb every mountain, ford every stream,
follow every rainbow, till you find your dream...'
I'm not resting till I find mine.
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