“Hope” is the thing with feathers –
That perches in the soul –
And sings the tune without the words –
And never stops – at all –

And sweetest – in the Gale – is heard –
And sore must be the storm –
That could abash the little Bird
That kept so many warm –

I’ve heard it in the chillest land –
And on the strangest Sea –
Yet – never – in Extremity,
It asked a crumb – of me.

Emily Dickinson

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Email: bridge47@gmail.com


Bridget Regan Kolek

Physical Therapist

Graduated Emory University Doctorate of Physical Therapy program

Florida Gulf Coast University Alumni- Pre med/Biology (best school in the world!)

Buffalo, NY native

Dog mommy

Happy Austinite

Bipolar bear

Uber driver

 Bestie with JC


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