Spring! I know it's still the middle of February, but this weekend's little reminder that another season is inevitable is most welcome in what has seemed a season drained of charm.
Sunlight on water.
Birds.
Books. They still seem to matter. They still feel new.
Friendship.
And of course, art. That thinking, feeling human beings take up a pencil or brush or or pen or camera or even a sharp blade and make one little square yard-or-so of the universe a little less chaotic, a little more thought-provoking, a little more beautiful...
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how to say
they
fly
but
will
not
rest
or
nest
these
words
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