My Way of Living + Things

Spring come forward

Come walk with me in the sunshine, distant memories of warmth on our faces. Fingers no longer cold, layers no longer needed. Winter's icy tentacles loosened, grasp slipping

Watch it sent back in despair to a dark and dismal cave, fit only for the cold beast. Spring step forward in Winter's place, let us greet you with wonder, dance with us among the new purple crocus.

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