' The conservatory was empty of humans - just the flowers - and they were at worship and let me join them. Cyclamen, pink, red, purple - red rose; prunella; little pink begonia, pots of green, it was very holy in there. They were worshiping as hard as they knew how, fulfilling the job God gave them to do. The stream of life, God's life, was passing through them. You could feel their growth and their praise rising up to God and singing not as we humans sing but glorifying in their own way; their faces pure and lovely, growing, fulfilling every moment.' Emily Carr
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