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Photo of a book page with a poem. Italic header: "Rosemerry Wahtola Trommer". Title: "HOPE". Poem: "Hope has holes in its pockets. It leaves little crumb trails so that we, when anxious, can follow it. Hope's secret: it doesn't know the destination—it knows only that all roads begin with one foot in front of the other."

Hope Has Holes in Its Pockets, Leaves Crumb Trails

A photographed page of Rosemerry Wahtola Trommer's poem "Hope," a gentle reminder for anxious grown-ups who grew up on breadcrumb fairy tales.

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Photo of a book page with a poem. Italic header: "Rosemerry Wahtola Trommer". Title: "HOPE". Poem: "Hope has holes in its pockets. It leaves little crumb trails so that we, when anxious, can follow it. Hope's secret: it doesn't know the destination—it knows only that all roads begin with one foot in front of the other."

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