It is in this time, during our 'pause' that I have find myself recording the beauty of the pattern created by the tangle of vines and weeds that clamor over each other in the wild areas surrounding my home. The morning sun creates the perfect lighting to emphasis what I love most, and that what seems random has a logical pattern to it. I call this the Holy Tangle. It's always there, subtle and perfect.
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