Purple crocuses pop their heads out of the recently defrosted earth and raise their fresh, new faces to the sky. The warmth of the sun’s rays in April are weak at best and today the faint breath of spring feels cool against my skin. The scent of hope and renewal lingers in the air and I inhale it deeply. Hello, old friend…
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