Gift from an Angel

This is a picture that was sent to me by a very talented friend of mine, Rose Angel. It shows a New England sunset as seen though our greatest assets...trees.

Rose is just learning how to use her new digatal camera and I am totally empressed with what she caputed in this picture...God's gift.

If there ever was an inspirational lady, Rose is it. She has not only overcome personal health issues which would fell most people, but her faith inspires me...though her writing and her poetry snf her wonderful sense of humor.

Thanks, Rose, for sharing this with us.

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