There are daffodils on my desk, snowdrops have flowered, spilling milk drops across the grass in the city. It hasn’t snowed as much this month, but it has rained – ‘February Filldyke’ as some might say – during hours that felt like the end of times, the air so crisp and the sky purple after each fall. It’s becoming harder to beat the sun, the day still …
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