In the morning he could sense the imminent thaw, the passing of the artic air, of nature on her guard. His aim, now, was to lose the dark spirit of winter, find the strength to believe, to resume the dream.
For death, he knew, is not the end of life, but the necessary gate to a new one…
I like this for its gentle hopefulness.
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There is great wisdom in your post.
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Your words carry images of hopefulness that speak to me strongly…
Merci 🙂
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