Trees are poems the earth writes upon the sky.
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Look for the Helpers
for Fred Rogers Today, I will look for the helpers— the woman pouring sunflower seeds from an orange bag into the feeder, and a...
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When you lose someone you love, Your life becomes strange, The ground beneath you becomes fragile, Your thoughts make your eyes unsure; An... -
Though we need to weep your loss, You dwell in that safe place in our hearts, Where no storm or night or pain can reach you. Your love was l... -
Joy does not arrive with a fanfare on a red carpet strewn with the flowers of a perfect life joy sneaks in as you pour a cup of coffee wat...
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