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The point is—hope, joy, love, and even peace are fearsome, feisty, powerful things that have the ability to transform stories, lives, and hearts. They are scrappy and will take the existence of one small bloom and multiply it. They take the smallest morsel and make a meal. They give us reasons to get back up, wipe our face (perhaps smearing more dirt and blood across it) and get back to it—they give us reasons to never give up even in the face of such vast meanness.