It’s spring and if walk beneath the right tree and look up, I see blousy clouds of pink blossom against a searing blue sky. If I look down when I’m under a different right tree, my steps are carpeted by fallen magnolia flowers. All around birds are singing their “let’s have sex!” songs and almost everything else seems to have a twinkle in its eye, too. …
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