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December 2014 Soul Assist Here, we make tree balls: clumsy chicken wire spheres wrapped in lights, airborne in branches via fly-fishing line and stubborn orange extension cords. Canopies of wild light hang high above our boxy houses. There must be something very old and insistent inside to compel us to light up the night this way. Hush, hush, the tree balls tell us These oaks will bud again one day. Here is where, come spring, looking an azalea in the face can make you laugh out loud and April’s noisy green burns phosphorescently. So December sees our dogged work to create our own feats of vibrancy. We band together to both solace and convince ourselves of the inevitable: it will all come back again. Yes, the tree balls answer us. Yes, from these same skinny, naked sticks, from these blank and sorrowful skies! — Maura Way

The Art & Soul of Greensboro

December 2014

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The Art and Soul of Greensboro

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The Art and Soul of Greensboro

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