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Of the cool night air wafted through the weathered screen of the small upstairs window. spring had just begun to show its cards, as winter was well on its way to bed. you couldn't put your finger on any season really, rather something in between, but visions of warmer days danced sweetly on my tongue. i could taste the memories of easters past and popsicles and the smell of fresh grass. all in a moment all at once. of the past of the future and then on to the next thought. 3/11/17

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