Dear Ones,
Not a moment too soon. I’m desperate for the energy of a new bud.
To feel spring— the surprise of love, lilacs, lemon cake, big emotions, fierce protection, and fat rain— check this opening stanza and then click the link for the entire poem:
One look at the lilac, one smell
and my childhood is —
dogs scratching at the …
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