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This text makes so much desire to stand under the next tree at the roadside and let it sink in you. The wind that makes the leaves dance. The creatures that use the tree as a resting or feeding place. And the sun that animates the trees to truly magical . . . the production of oxygen from carbon.
The bed in front of the GWL also invites you to linger and enjoy. When you enter the premises there are enough options to conjure by reading a green thumb.
I am looking forward to the coming quiet time of nature and the overwhelming start next spring.
Like us women, nature also works in cycles. If we take our chances, we all can bloom.

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