I'm sitting out on my patio, which has become my favorite place. It's quiet and I can just look at the trees. There's curly tail lizards running around the tree named Molly, and Frieda is just a skeleton after being zapped by lightning. But Frieda, with her broken branches, watches over all the plants that I've neglected, and they're doing strangely well.
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The wound is where the light shines through. ~ Switchfoot
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