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| flower girl |
I can hear it clearly. Spring is, singing for me, calling to me. Completely distracted by the sounds, I am being pulled away from here. I will unfold myself and get up. I will stretch the restlessness from my bones as I walk out to meet her. The song she sings is about new beginnings. It awakens every sleeping thing in her path. She supplants the dead. This freshness is all I have hoped for. Winter took my breath away. Spring gives it back. She awakens me, to me. And now calls me back upstairs. I have gardens to wake up, and seeds to plant. I will smile all season long, like a hibiscus
