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| This winter was particularly cold, long and dark . . . so spring has graced my life with renewed appreciation. The scent of licacs down the lane - the apple blossoms on the tree give me hope. As the seasons pass through my life I have learned every dark night is followed by morning light. |
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| My weeping birch redresses in green finery. |
Life does not get in the way; it shows us the way. There is a gentle holiness in every day life if we listen. Each blossom whispers of an abundant harvest . . . each problem we face whispers of coming wisdom and peace.
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Beautiful.
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