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OUR OLD APPLE TREE by Lini Grol Ontario, Canada

After the storm last fall, our gnarled and twisted old tree was left bowed and bent, and seemingly had lost her life— a life so fruitfully spent. And yet one sunny morning early that very next spring she burst once again into glorious showers of silvery white flowers. That stately dowager had staunchly defied fate; and her fierce courage and abundant flowering made our tired old hearts once again sing.

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