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These are hard times. The world hurts. We live in fear and forget to walk with hope. But hope has not forgotten you. So ask it to dinner. It's probably hungry and would appreciate the invitation.

Libba Bray

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Libba Bray
Age: 60
Born: 1964
Born: March 11
Novelist
Writer
Texas
United States
Times
Forgotten
Hope
Appreciate
Fear
Walk
Bovine
Live
Walks
Invitation
Hard
Probably
Invitations
Would
Hurt
Hurts
World
Asks
Hungry
Forget
Dinner

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