A proverbial fist full of glitter, a willfully defiant heart - I breathe life into the silences, stoke tiny embers in the dark. Even in my sorrow, I feel the rise and swell of joy. Two things can be true at once - singing songs of hope while we toil. Fight on, fight on. Brass knuckles on our fingers, Dancing shoes on our feet.
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