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"It smells like burning spring"

she told me.

The sun is bold and insistent this morning. It's pushing through the tiny holes in the curtain weave with greater ruthlessness and determination than we've seen in a while. It will win, it tells us, over the cold. Not today. Not tomorrow. But soon.

It will be burning spring.

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