Written on March 4, 2024
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tender buds sprout on persuasive branches, spring all the birds, tremble with anticipation most gather round the feeder while others sing hungry souls are enthralled by God’s creation wistful breaths of soft wind and rain remember most are thanking God this is not December as the weather befriends hearts with sunny skies washing life in love as the dark winter dies
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