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	<title>Comments on: Capillary Beauty of Trees</title>
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		<title>By: Anonymous</title>
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		<dc:creator>Anonymous</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Sun, 07 Feb 2010 21:47:22 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>One does remember those days when the trees are bare ... but life is just folded up in the coming of spring ... &lt;...&gt;  I sent this on to the Girls of ours!!!</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>One does remember those days when the trees are bare &#8230; but life is just folded up in the coming of spring &#8230; &lt;&#8230;&gt;  I sent this on to the Girls of ours!!!</p>
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		<title>By: Sharon Woolever</title>
		<link>http://www.shammah.org/blog/index.php/2010/02/07/capillary-beauty-of-trees/comment-page-1/#comment-7</link>
		<dc:creator>Sharon Woolever</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Sun, 07 Feb 2010 19:03:03 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>I have always loved winter trees. Autumn is my favorite season because to me, I always envisioned the trees releasing the past year in preparation for a fresh start in the spring. Naked and vulnerable just as we are when we decide to let go of everything and allow God to renew us.  They survive the winter by design, as we survive our own winters, by faith. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thus, I have pondered. Thank you for reminding me I need faith this winter season. I adore winter skies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Sharon</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>I have always loved winter trees. Autumn is my favorite season because to me, I always envisioned the trees releasing the past year in preparation for a fresh start in the spring. Naked and vulnerable just as we are when we decide to let go of everything and allow God to renew us.  They survive the winter by design, as we survive our own winters, by faith. </p>
<p>Thus, I have pondered. Thank you for reminding me I need faith this winter season. I adore winter skies.</p>
<p>~Sharon</p>
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