A quote from my previous posting ' The Fall in Saint Louis', "As I watched the leaves falling of from the tree near the balcony, once
green then golden yellow, brown and now on the ground. The tree now
barren stripped waiting for winter to be covered with white, with snow,
rejuvenation in spring and glory in summer, to once again The Fall. And
the circle continues. Is’nt it very similar to the processes we undergo
during our lives. Then would winter signify the hibernation we undergo
after death to be rejuvenated and born again during spring?"
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I liked the blog. Well written !
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