Spring has a tendency to sneak up on a person. One waits for it impatiently in February and tricks oneself into believing it is already here in March, only to be surprised by its arrival in April. Winter may be slow to depart, but she is certainly a wearer of masks. Perhaps it's simply that I feel revitalized by the preceding forced celebration of
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As if you need to celebrate another birthday.
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