Dusk, Night, Dawn: On Revival and Courage

Hope lay in the next time I would see her. In the midst of this spiritual storm spring arrived. Few things are harder to visualize than that a cold, snow-bound landscape, so marrow chillingly quiet and lifeless, will, within mere months, be green and lush and warm, quivering with all manner of life, from birds warbling and flying through the trees

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