Written for: Sunday Whirl, Wordle #487 Words: sigh, breathe, morning, open, light, divine, show, shine, bark, gasp, paste The divine light of morning shining through open branches, induces a sigh, pastes a smile on my face. I step outside and breathe in the first gasp of Winter. Touch the rough bark of tree, a show of sturdiness. Tree knows it will soon be covered in white frills of frost. It prefers the following season of Spring. https://sundaywhirl.wordpress.com/
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Very lovely…trees are wonderful symbols of strength and resilience.
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I always think of them as mighty fortresses. Thanks, Jael.
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Excellent.
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That first breath of cold winter air is so bracing and fresh.
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Yes, I love that feeling.
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Don’t we all prefer Spring. Smart old tree.
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Trees are wise.
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