That last bit of hope always lingered as a stubborn thread. Every time I would try to cut it I would feel it... a pulse. — Hubert Martin

That last bit of hope always lingered as a stubborn thread. Every time I would try to cut it I would feel it... a pulse. — Hubert Martin

That last bit of hope always lingered as a stubborn thread. Every time I would try to cut it I would feel it... a pulse. — Hubert Martin

That last bit of hope always lingered as a stubborn thread. Every time I would try to cut it I would feel it... a pulse. — Hubert Martin

That last bit of hope always lingered as a stubborn thread. Every time I would try to cut it I would feel it... a pulse. — Hubert Martin

That last bit of hope always lingered as a stubborn thread. Every time I would try to cut it I would feel it... a pulse. My pulse. My blood is hope.

— Hubert Martin

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