Saving Graces

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Every tiny bud, a sign that life is returning.

As the Sun always rises after the dark night, as the Moon always becomes full again after emptying herself to darkness, Spring always returns to chase away Winter’s slumber. Light always returning after the passing of the dark.

It never ceases to amaze me, all the cycles in nature, reflected within ourselves. Everything, waning and waxing. Always in cycles.

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