That's the story of that's the glory of...

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I watched time weave and also release this pattern drip by watery drip last winter. Somewhere these drops returned to help a plant fruit or flower this year. Perhaps you ate of that fruit or loved on that flower. Perhaps a fish spawned within a river portioned of this melt, or a flock of red winged black birds sipped it warm from a puddle in May, to sing a song open, none knowing or caring it once took on this pattern. Delighting me.

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Same for this snow in the White Mountains, New Hampshire. A Church without Bell or Weathervane.

I remember years back reading of helicopters swooping down on old New England barns and churches at night to steal valuable weathervanes. The old ones so collectable.

This molded copper Horse Jumping Through Hoop, 1852-1867. At 17-inch-long sold at auction for $140,000 in February 2007. Image courtesy Skinner Inc. Fun to browse.

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So, what's it all about? No matter what comes your way, you know the song!
       "That's the story of that's the glory of ...


   Love.
        We were singing this earlier, I thought it fit perfectly here. (Jimmy Durante was born in 1893, shocking)
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   Blessings.    Enjoy your Holidays.

           and  Always, kindle the Peace.

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