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This husband and I…
Took a walk by the river…in a park off the beaten path…couldn’t help but be drawn in by the trees…ancient…stately…bent…leaning low…the secret door…the trunk split in two… Roots reaching like Kraken tendrils…breaking through the darkened earth…vines…thick and twisted…making a woodland visitor…think he’s Tarzan… These trees…haggard…craggy…old…so very old…yet with this age…comes beauty in their strength…beauty…in their ability to endure… And so it is…sometimes with the aged…it can be easy…to not see the trees…for the forest…overlook individuality…disregard…what makes each unique… So look around at your family and friends…lend an ear…listen to their story…learn from their words…celebrate their being…rejoice in all things great and small…all things…that make them…beautiful… And this husband of mine…agrees…
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