Winter season of the soul

The winter of the soul, in its seeming barrenness, its times of seeming unproductivity, its times of silence and seeming stalemate, is perhaps its most important season. Without it there is no recovery of freshness and vitality, no bursting forth in springtime splendour – Dwight Judy

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