Hope in the heart is the escape in any hardship. — Lailah Gifty Akita
Hope in the heart is the escape in any hardship. — Lailah Gifty Akita
Hope in the heart is the escape in any hardship. — Lailah Gifty Akita
Hope in the heart is the escape in any hardship. — Lailah Gifty Akita
Hope in the heart is the escape in any hardship. — Lailah Gifty Akita
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Hope in the heart is the escape in any hardship.

— Lailah Gifty Akita
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