Spring lays waste to winter, for the sun shines once again. Blossoms bud, bloom, and blow about, yet we feel a chill again. We are immersed in the season as we consider the times to come.
Human | Lawyer | Poet | Story Spinner | Finding inspiration everywhere | Writing poetry and words from different spaces and places | Photographing nature and things |
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