December 13,2011
A friend was driving a group of us to lunch today.
As I was admiring the trees,
silently looking at the sun reflecting off of the silver birches,
questioning if I was able to stand so still and exposed before our Maker,
she remarked that she dislikes this time of year when the trees look dead
and there is no snow on them.
Perspective changes how everything appears.
As I was admiring the trees,
silently looking at the sun reflecting off of the silver birches,
questioning if I was able to stand so still and exposed before our Maker,
she remarked that she dislikes this time of year when the trees look dead
and there is no snow on them.
Perspective changes how everything appears.
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