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Mar 2019
The first days of warmth
always seem long, perpetual
Though grateful for rays beaming, burning the dark of winter from you
The death of winter leaving,
thus spring gracing us
with its gilded flowers and endless light
Abigail Hobbs
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Abigail Hobbs  22/F/Washington
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