Walk with me along wintered paths where the hazel catkins chime and the wind is in the willow. Yellow celandines star the verge, bight white ducks gather hopefully at the pond’s edge and there's just time to take one last ride along the leaf strewn road. Just one last storm to blow out the winter.
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