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Missing springtime is like missing a woman. You never really noticed her and then she was gone, and all that she was returns and makes the separation even more painful.
     I think I read this somewhere. “Springtime is the land awakening. The March winds are the morning yawn.”

     Lewis Grizzard (1946–1994)

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