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Apr 2011
Winter whimpers as it slips away.
Tiny leaf buds tip the filigreed branches.
How fresh the air, and sweet the breeze!
My heart quickens!
I know something is about to happen.
The world whispers secrets in my ear.
My senses are all prickling and alive!
Burst my fetters and let me fly!
Deborah Sweetsilverbird Birch
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Deborah Sweetsilverbird Birch  67/F/Vancouver
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