Every year in the spring, I marvel at the blossoms on the trees. I am not exactly sure what it is I enjoy about them, besides the fact that they are beautiful. Maybe it is the fact, only a few shorts weeks ago, these trees where barren, only sticks, twigs and a trunk. But now, they are lush with new life. Its this transformation, from dormant to rebirth that I rejoice in it every Spring.
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