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Hope, when you think there is none.
I remember standing on the top of the hill taking his letter out of my pocket, and reading again. I have a new life now and I’m grateful every day to the German soldier who gave me his letter.
By Pam McCaghHope, when you think there is none.
I remember standing on the top of the hill taking his letter out of my pocket, and reading again. I have a new life now and I’m grateful every day to the German soldier who gave me his letter.