Winter Willow at St Pierre

The life is beneath the surface...

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    I retreat within during the dark months. It’s cold and dark, the colors are muted and somber. The workings of the soul, rooted in quotidian experience, assume order. Like the first leaves on the trees, like the bulbs pushing aboveground from dark soil, I emerge in spring with renewed energy.