I'm planting a tree to teach me to gather strength from my deepest roots. — Andrea Koehle Jones, The Wish Trees
I'm planting a tree to teach me to gather strength from my deepest roots. — Andrea Koehle Jones, The Wish Trees
I'm planting a tree to teach me to gather strength from my deepest roots. — Andrea Koehle Jones, The Wish Trees
I'm planting a tree to teach me to gather strength from my deepest roots. — Andrea Koehle Jones, The Wish Trees
I'm planting a tree to teach me to gather strength from my deepest roots. — Andrea Koehle Jones, The Wish Trees
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I'm planting a tree to teach me to gather strength from my deepest roots.

— Andrea Koehle Jones, The Wish Trees
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