. You can hardly spy the snow now blending in with the soggy soil and mashed grasses of Spring, but it is there if you look, covered in silt from the road and mottled with sand and road salt. Why do I feel sorrow? Why not hoist the harbingers of Spring as victory flags: the […]

via A supplication of Spring . . . — From the Perimeter . . .

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