Bright green and living leaves growing out of the dry wood of a branch, water reaching the threadlike veins of the leaves at heights of many metres, the leaves not drying out under the burning sun... these are only a few of the numerous subjects about which trees make one think.
When both of my parents died, I ran from grief by burying myself in work. I
had to learn work-life balance all over again.
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My parents died a few years apart, and I ran from my grief by
overcommitting at work. After a leave of absence, I had to relearn
work-life balance.
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