This morning I took a walk in the forest looking for wisdom.
What caught me was the imperfections.
They are everywhere.
For every tree that stands tall and straight
There are many more that carry scars, blemishes, imperfections.
Untold stories.
No matter how twisted by time, they continue to grow.
Reaching ever upward toward the light.
The forest is full of these perfectly imperfect trees.
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