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05.14.15

Oh, the cruelty of an Irish spring. The chance of gloom tomorrow makes everything so much more desperate. Yesterday, everything that had wings, exulted the wind; everything that could bud, gushed blossom; everything that had survived winter, swooned in sunshine.





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