Popping up from the soot springs a flower nourished from this soil. It needed the food of old pines sacrificed so it should not have, new of life in toil. Then there, in the corner of your eye is seen a patch, of brightest green. Where at one time there was nothing, but dried needles […]

via Beauty For Ashes…… — When Am With You… Whitney Ibe Blog!

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