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Struggles
Naked trees, exposed vulnerable to the bitter biting cold of winter forced to dance with the wind. The endless blue sky has few clouds suggesting the limitless possibilities of life, the few leaves left struggle to hold on hoping that someday soon spring will come and they will be embraced and welcomed by the branches. A woman strides past on the sidewalk fighting against the wind determined not to be knocked down. She clutches to her memories, indignant. She won't let the wind scatter them as life has done so many times before, this time, they are all she has left. ~Jennifer Novotny
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