In the fresh snow, the deep woods are soft, quiet, ethereal. I had a sense of grace there, this tree painted and proud. Canopy Of Peace, a geographic sabbath.
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February
Grace. The Winter Pasture
by Jon Katz
In the fresh snow, the deep woods are soft, quiet, ethereal. I had a sense of grace there, this tree painted and proud. Canopy Of Peace, a geographic sabbath.