Wisdom

It’s the dead of winter, 6 a.m. and a spring picture entered my mind. I could see myself on my knees, in my flower bed, cleaning leaves and planting flowers. Minus 25 degrees Celsius outside, the thought warmed my heart.
So many things are unknown, and yet I hope for spring. It is a sure hope.

 

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