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.
-Emily Dickinson
• selectively extrovert
Personality type -ENTJ
📍Gurgoan
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Day | Followers | Gain | % Gain |
---|---|---|---|
March 19, 2024 | 1,587 | +32 | +2.1% |
March 02, 2024 | 1,555 | +42 | +2.8% |
February 09, 2024 | 1,513 | +25 | +1.7% |
January 22, 2024 | 1,488 | +26 | +1.8% |
January 06, 2024 | 1,462 | +52 | +3.7% |
December 21, 2023 | 1,410 | +51 | +3.8% |
December 06, 2023 | 1,359 | +32 | +2.5% |
November 21, 2023 | 1,327 | +29 | +2.3% |
November 10, 2023 | 1,298 | +23 | +1.9% |
October 31, 2023 | 1,275 | +383 | +43.0% |