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| Beauty hovering over a parking lot |
Is beauty a constant?
This tree, ablaze with the color of springtime, hovers over a parking lot. Cars come, cars leave, doors slam, alarms squawk. But the beauty remains, endures, enlivens. As surely as if the tree displayed its wonders in a rambling garden.
Surely, some of the people from the cars notice Spring, on display here. And smile.
