For every season Sorrow Creek bestowed it’s gifts of life magnanimously. Its beauty went unscathed, as the seasons changed. Sorrow Creek was a place where time seemed to stand still. But such a place, that would embrace life so naturally, would need to accept death just the same. Doing so without question or prejudice and full of grace. With an undaunted hope that life would continue always.
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