Springtime feels magical. Wet earth, an awakening. Blustery winds make quick work of drying up soccer fields, knee-high in winters debris. Glorious sunshine filters through rough branches just beginning to bud. An explosion of blossoms permeates the town with the fragrance of new love and new life and call us to leave the confines of our winter slumber to trust and venture out into the open once more.
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