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Saturday, March 19, 2011

Miss Pearline

It was another beautiful day in the South today.
We went for a long walk around the neighborhood this afternoon and I finally remembered to bring along my camera. There's a tree I'm in love with that lives a couple streets over. She's so special that she deserves a name.

Something like "Miss Pearline."

She reminds me of a little old lady at church who always has tissues and butterscotch candies in her purse, and looks at you with the loving, twinkling eyes only a seasoned grandmother can have.

Okay, okay, I know. It's a tree.
Bear with me. It was a long week.

I'll leave you with these U2 lyrics:

What once was hurt
What once was friction
What left a mark
No longer stings
Because Grace makes beauty
Out of ugly things...
Grace finds beauty in everything.

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