Olives
I love olives, the green kind. Not the black one that are locked in the cans. At least with the green ones, they put them in glass and there is a hope of something out there. I am reading too much into it. There is hope everywhere, you really just have to be willing to look for it.
I can tell you for certain that I see it everywhere and my hope and wish is that you can see it too.

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The olive branch may bring peace and hope so far all these years it hasnt help my hope is to hurry get these clowns in Washington out of town
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