Clouds come floating into my life, no longer to carry rain or usher storm, but to add color to my sunset sky. Tagore

Wednesday, December 26, 2012

Battered but Not Broken

THE SHRUB went through another big wind and drain storm and still looks likes this...
It reminds me of a few people I know.  
No matter how many blows they take, they bow their head during the storms and then lift their face to the sun when the storm passes.





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