Along some sweet stream lined with tall grasses, sunshine, and willow trees, we will have a picnic lunch, luxuriate under a canopy of green leaves, find dragons and butterflies in the wispy clouds the gentle winds bring, and wonder why we ever doubted spring. —C.L. Fisher, February 2021 Unless otherwise indicated, all content, including writingContinue reading “Soon”
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