Spring may be stirring, green shoots beginning to unfurl, colorful tiny birds singing of warm weather to come, but deep within the woods, something dark pulls the earth close to itself as it burrows underground, begrudgingly giving the days of sun their due as it says "wait... my time will return, and you will dance and celebrate what belongs to me
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