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Life lessons on the way to work
Driving to work, I note the beauty that borders the road - also a good way to avoid collisions with hungry deer (woodchucks, squirrels, chipmunks,...) searching for that next patch of yummy plants on the other side. Amidst the green foliage dappled with yellows, purples and reds, are naked trees, leaning, fallen, crumpled, dead. A silent reminder that even the majestic, long-lived tree returns to the dust from which it once grew.