
Mother has a giant oak tree in her front yard. It survived the fire of 11 years ago, and this beautiful little ceramic angel guards over the foot of the mighty oak and peeks out through a beautiful green vine that winds its way toward the sky up the trunk of the old tree. I must confess to you: Mother's home is not the neatest, prettiest place in the neighborhood, but if you look around, take the close-up shot, crop out the clutter, it's pretty amazing what you will find!
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