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Hope arrived today.

In a brown corrugated cardboard package.

Tied up with clear plastic tape.

Quite unexpected.

I was sitting in my car, and the mail came.

She walked towards me and said I had to sign for something.

I recoginized the handwriting of the contents immediately.

"Costume jewelry"-- in a curly, unforgettable hand.

Hope's scent was Amarige.

Hope made me leave purple fingerprints everywhere.

Hope was later, too, when I found the writing in the book.

Hope read the valentine and thought,

"Something old, nothing new."

Something old.

Something that never left me.

(My love for you)

Oh hope I think I hope...

I think it's Hope.