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A Few Flowers :)
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Whispers of Spring
In a world of ever-changing fads, security and assurance in permanence is precious. The cycle of seasons is a continuously altering, though a dependable sequence. Each passing year begins deep in the arms of winter with the cold. The world is white and colorless. All is quiet. It is a time to reflect on the year passed. Winter is a time of rest and contemplation. As the months pass, and the sun begins to linger longer every day, the icy winds release their grip and give way to whispers of Spring…the season of new beginnings and growth. As the snow retreats, vibrant greens and yellows peek through the decomposing leaves…
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A Space of My Own
The air is warm and heavy with the smell of sweet, scented candles. There is a rough, thick rug under your feet, and you can hear the gentle drip of rain on the roof. Soft, classical music is playing. Beyond the music, very faint, is the crackle of a lively fire. The only other sound is the purr of a contented cat, nearly asleep on the bed. As you gaze around the room, you see warm, bright colors on the floral bedspread. Orange, yellow, pink and blue dominate the room. The two windowsills, the wood nightstand, and the dresser are dotted with knickknacks and small plants. In the hands of…
