“The seeds that grief had planted grew slowly as if God had nurtured them. From the deep, fresh leaves appeared, and buds broke, working wonders. Slowly, they uncurled, flooding the earth with scent and filling our cups with ecstasy.”
“The seeds that grief had planted grew slowly as if God had nurtured them. From the deep, fresh leaves appeared, and buds broke, working wonders. Slowly, they uncurled, flooding the earth with scent and filling our cups with ecstasy.”