Warmth has moved in after March decided lightning and ice was a nice calling card. The yard is struggling to find a foothold between seasons as early bud and leaf suffered a flash freeze. Today the sun shines as I clear a spot to inspect wilted rose bushes the color of rust. Stunned and stunted, Spring's blush could not push back the hands of obdurate Winter.
Rlargusa: He lived louder than love.
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