She walks gracefully in the garden and nurtures the flowers. Her favorite is the rose filled with passion and awe. Barely stopping to rest, she waters them and pulls out stray weeds. Her work is never ending and her patience equally matched. Their beauty is reflected in how she carries herself and tends the garden without complaint. Their strength shows in her capacity to love.
Thursday, August 20, 2009
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