It's Spring sang the robin, It's spring sang the groundghog, It's spring croaked the frog, It's spring laughed the human....never before have I encountered so much hope and lightness as in this springs flowers. Just as the winter solstice came to mean so much when I lived in the depths of upstate NY, so the spring equinox is imprinted on my psyche
from the English village
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