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fluttering truth

by the bottle bush tree, with her flowers all in bloom bright red fringes give truth to Her name. Life flits about in the light of the setting sun. . our purposes are fleeting. only Beauty and Love remain. what? … Continue reading

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beauty

the conversation turned, like leaves¬†in fall, to the arts of canning and preserving… of ¬†jams and butters made from apples – someone mentioned you can make jelly from beauty-berries… and suddenly the deep purple orbs were objects of culinary desire … Continue reading

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hiding

A cardinal landed in the bottle brush tree. Its bright red flowers, like exuberant daytime fireworks announced Your arrival. you may think you are well hidden because you have chosen your camouflage with care. But no One is fooled. The … Continue reading

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messages in bottle

the bees and butterflies are all aflutter sipping truth from the bottle brush tree. there are not bottles to brush the messages have no words still they all speak of You.

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