Arctic blasts blow frosty, but the sun peeks through, sweet patches of brownish green, grow larger, stronger, saying, “we need to breathe, we are weighted down by brown sugar frozen ice crystals,” no longer stunning, no longer glorious but, weary and ugly from their lengthy visit to Chicago, sweet patches of green and the hearty … Continue reading optimism
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