When All the Leaves Are Gone by Patricia Adams Farmer: In winter, deciduous trees are rooted in a deep restfulness, a quiet confidence born of a tender touch of divinity. They know that divinity within them to be perpetually awake, alive, and flowing like sap in the deepest of winters. Reverent themselves, they teach us to be reverent.
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