Touch-up artist at work!

The shears were out .

Snip, Snip.

Standing still, I bore it stoically.

Looking around, I felt bare and ugly when  compared to the rest.

Much like a coiled spring which when pressed down springs back, I was back to my old self bit by bit  though it took a while.

                       

The key to  'resurgence' was waiting patiently.

Bravo! Those little wisps of green have not let me down.





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Hear them calling!

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Endless chatter

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Not just a tree

My office beckons

Your very own piece of the forest