If you’re someone who’s joined me on one of my many previous tangents, you’d be forgiven for thinking that I’m one of those perpetually ‘happy people’ whose glass is eternally half full. I’m also aware that it may appear as though I’m determined to model everyone in my image and I’d forgive you for thinkingContinue reading “Smelling Roses”
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Touching Treetops
Sometimes I wonder if the trees ever get tired. To draw on what I consider to be one of the most beautiful sentences ever penned, they are privy to the inexhaustible variety of life. But whether they are, in fact, exhausted by it, as we sometimes may be, is open to pondering. It only occurredContinue reading “Touching Treetops”
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