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Author: ~jf

~jfDecember 23, 2016

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Hope

written by: ~jf

@juliefrith

When the world around you falters and all seems lost

a song, a promise, a simple act of kindness

brings you to your knees

In reverence of a world that holds more light than is possible to see.

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It's all about you...Humanity is our greatest asset, we must unite this world for the sake of our planet our future and our sanity.

Passionate about people, freedom and creativity, peace loving book lover and mum to three independent free thinking women.

Love and be loved j X

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Phyllis P. Colucci is a freelance/indie author from Brooklyn, New York. She is currently retired from a Supervisory Administrative position with a Federal law enforcement agency in New York City, and is now pursuing her passion for writing fiction and poetry. She has always had a love for writing over the years, whether it be poetry, short stories or novels; and mystery and suspense is something she has recently gravitated towards with a touch of romance and that "New York edge". Phyllis has three novels, one novella and an Anthology of original poems currently on the Amazon market, and continues to be part of the Spillwords writing community by sharing/contributing her fiction and poetry on a monthly basis. She also has a writing blog under the name of "FictionTarot" where she hopes to entertain readers, take them on journeys page by page - and perhaps make a difference with a blog.

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