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Modified 14-Apr-22
Created 30-Sep-16
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Softly the earth sighs, taking a seat, as it were, in fallow contentment. Bereft of their foliage dormant branches brush the sky. The fallen, once bright leaves transform from photosynthesizing agents to composting mulch, which in turn enriches their own tree roots. It is Winter. It is a time to reflect: What holds me together through joy, loss, happiness, pain? There is a LIFE that continues to call us forth No matter the shrouds that bind us.

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