"Summer gathered in the weather, the wind had the proper touch, the breathing of the world was long and warm and slow. You had only to rise, lean from your
window, and know that this was the first real time...
I propose that Spring, not the dead of winter, is the time for rebirth. The sun’s generosity expands, and buds on the stark trees appear by the hour. All we have to do is follow
— A.K. Freeland
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