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Watching as the first few blossoms emerge, flowers straining their necks to face the sun, lambs and foals and calves in the fields experiencing everything for the first time, so fresh and so new! Welcoming the Sun like a familiar friend - she’s been here all along, but you really get to see her now. The sky is blue suddenly, too. Not that it ever wasn’t, as such, just that you can actually see it, as the heavy grey clouds that once clogged everything above have dispersed into something more delicate entirely. There is laughter in the streets and hope for new beginnings. It’s invigorating!
Mar 20, 2025

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