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Written 2026-Mar 25th, Wednesday The rising sun's light dispels the night, warmth chasing the subsiding winds. Each ray dances across the melting snow banks. Fresh spring readies itself, heady to break free from it's blanket of snow. The curtain is just as eager to rise, for the next act to take stage in the play. A single sprout climbing its way through, basking in the warm glow, unfurling into the trumpet that announces spring.
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