Soul Songs #8

Learning to Thrive:

Blue skies with layers of cumulous white offer glimpses of light, reasons to believe the season will pass. 

Spring will come. 

We will survive this coldest of winters. 

No. We won’t just survive. 

We will thrive.

Blossoms emerge from muck and push their way up through the crushed and faded greens, a reminder. 

Spring will come. 

We will survive this coldest of winters. 

No. We won’t just survive. 

We will thrive.

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