Dear Ones β
This morning, I gaze out the window by my desk and I can see sunlight illuminating sheer, rocky cliffs on which snow has clung to ledges and trees grow in impossible patches. Itβs a springtime sun, the kind we notice because weβve been longing for it during the dark days of winter. I can tell just by looking that itβs at least 10 degrees warmβ¦
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