Each word said about morning walks in the hills is the truth, whole truth, nothing but the truth. Under a high sun this tree looked like a dirge.
Desolate bereft and dry.
Come morning and it showed spring nestling in its bosom as it filled the valley.
Resurrection is always near.
Hope and withstand.
Tuesday, April 1, 2008
sunrise in seraj
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