These feelings came flooding back today. Decided to reblog my post from almost 18 months ago. Nothing has changed.
This mountainside cradles a grove of bristlecone pines about 1600 years old. They epitomize strength to me; they are so soft yet endure in a harsh climate.
I didn’t get the link to read the rest of it. Even if I read it eighteen months ago, I would like to read it again.
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