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tomorrow
You might think sudden snow that blew in with a late March blizzard got those daffodils scattered sullen in dry grass where drifts piled high as the fence two days ago. But they'd come and gone by then, leaving nothing but corpses of the first Spring flowers for two days of cold. Shrunken heads impaled on straight stalks can't deter another Spring, drinking Winter into rainbows now, bursting tomorrow. © Steven Schroeder
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