@callenschaub: “Hope” “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. Poem by Emily Dickinson #emilydickinson Dimensions: 36” x 24” Price: $5,500.00 CAD Signed and dated on back & comes with COA (certificate of authenticity) #fakeart #fakeartmovement