Spring always seems to confirm my belief in the "do-over" and that we need trials and winters in our lives to really be able to appreciate those new beginnings. One of the things I always find absolutely amazing is that it always seems that my flowers come back in the Spring more beautiful and more fragrant than I remember them being the last time they graced me with their presence. I honestly think that if we did not have harsh and cold winters, that they would not seem to be so vibrant. Life is this way too. If we lived without dark times, would our bright times be as such?
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