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Vernal Fuss

the sun has finally worked out its affair with the clouds. and the snow has expired into a feeble slush. dirt is bustling with exasperated seeds: tiny tired shoppers in a Black Friday for nutrients. And someone keeps splashing green nonsense into the trees. but, its kind of- Grand.

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