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Convivium was a project of Cardus 2011‑2022, and is preserved here for archival purposes.
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The Winter of Life

Dense fog descends over the barren rows. The promise of bringing forth fruit seems distant, unimaginable, and possibly unattainable.

Dense fog descends over the barren rows. The promise of bringing forth fruit seems distant, unimaginable, and possibly unattainable. It all seems hopeless, such a dead world. No sun, no green shoots, no blossoms. It is only a season. A moment in time before new life and warmth come. Such an illustration of the season in life which come and go only as short moments.