Each branch has it’s own style and personality. The bark, like dry skin, has had a life of wind blown, snow driven, ice and rain whipped inside each crease. Yet, it stands the test of time. Winter strips the green life from it, much like death. But spring comes, with singing birds and blue skies as leaves grow with HOPE again.

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Donna (DL)

Welcome to Words by Design, I'm a​ Jesus Girl who lives by faith. I'm a mountain mover, author, photographer, artist of watercolors, journal creator, encourager, mom of three sons and a daughter in love, and a pet mom! God is my source in all I do!!

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