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darkemeraldsIt's Sunday night. I'm sitting out on my porch. The whole world smells like flowers. The last three people who have walked or cycled by in the dark have been singing.
Singing.
Spring, when it comes at last (at long, long last), is a wonderful thing.
Singing.
Spring, when it comes at last (at long, long last), is a wonderful thing.