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Seasons

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The fresh of spring. The growth of summer. The blaze of fall. The rest of winter. All of life in a rhythm. Every new beginning. Every turned page. The sad, the dear, the tired, the infectious. A ready witnessing of these sections that we live in.

for us, death is an ending

in the last weeks of the old year

it is not always that we feel who God is

florida you have lost my message

we often evaluate others based on what we know

soul-winter in the middle of summer

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