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TALES OF AN ORANGEPEELER

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02.03.18

A day or two after Imbolc, the delicate white blossoms of the first snowdrops emerge in the hedge outside my door. Like a hare leaping up a mountain, my spirit lifts with this early herald of spring's magic.





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