Suzanne Simard: one of my heroes.
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Just reminiscing about the snow, the trees, and a season long gone.
 Even in January he lake has the beauty and strength of its trees.
 A tree never has a fear of heights or standing out in a crowd.
 March's late sun tucking the trees in to sleep until spring.
 When you rock steady, 25-feet up in an old ash tree.
 Stopped to cast, but could only gasp.
When the mirror speaks, it talks in volumes.  Whether they bear coconuts or bananas, acorns or apples, they are just as beneficial.
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Trees: The ultimate inspiration. A source of beauty, a source of strength; energy.
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