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Apr 2015
slight mist, the window this

morning shows a softer

green. since the rain.

the oak has started,  new

flowers come through the grass.

while feeding birds, we watch the

smaller things.

gradually all things

grow.

sbm.
Sonja Benskin Mesher
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