Reflections From My True Self

Remembering Who I Really Am

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All around me are bare trees and, as far as I can see, blue ice and snow sparkling.

With each step, I sink halfway to my knees. The wind from the lake bites my earlobes and makes my nose run.

But, beneath my feet and that thick layer of white, beyond what I could see, are the bulbs of bluebells and crocuses, already growing.


Photo Credit: Hanspeter Klasser

Photo Credit: Hanspeter Klasser