April, I forgive you for being too cold this year. I’m sure you didn’t mean it. Mostly, I have forgotten all about you because May came along, lifted up the curtain and lighted up the world again with the immaculate Show of Shows.
The barn swallows returned and began their yearly negotiations (via swift swoops and mid-air scuttles) to decide which luck…
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