Against expectation, this Spartan clipping makes spring flourish more, this cutting back to bones, to bare knobbly knuckles makes growth more abundant when it comes.
And so we bear the naked cruelty of these bare days, knowing against all experience, trusting against barren winter feeling, enduring against the buckling in our bones that wants to fall.
Teacher, writer, blogger, husband, father, Christian. Living in Wyndham in Melbourne's west, on the land of the Kulin Nation. Searching for words to console and feed hearts and souls.
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