Today it felt like spring finally uncurled herself from her sleep. The trees burst forward their leaves before our very souls! I have a gorgeous picture of a fern so green that it literally pierces the eyes, with ends beginning to extend to the sky like the fingertips of a newborn reaching for her mothers arms. A plants quiet growth beneath the warmth of the sun and above the dampness of the earth. Can you tell I've been reading a lot of books? I love the way the voices of authors and characters fill my own voice, allowing my spirit to try them on for size. A new way of experiencing my own reality - such is the point of art after all?
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