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Springtime. Yeah I know, cliche it is, or to say the thought, or more than thought but the observation. Cleansing. Blowing dust out; whooshing clutter... well maybe not that drastic. What was closed; what was clouded; where visibility was fuzzy; clearing, opening; blossoming, blossoms, braving, shedding fears of the wild airs. Relaxation descends, spreads, seeing little cause for stressing. Starting afresh. Looking forward to tomorrow's dawn. Of course with coffee and Wrizzit.
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