Where There's Life

Where There's Life
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March 21, 2013

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There are eggs for the pan and butter for the toast. The coffee is hazelnut cream infused and hot and creamy and fresh and bold. The dogs are limp little puddles of sleeping fur. The crows fly over and back again and I see them from every window in the house.

Spring sprang yesterday and the Equinox is writing checks her body can't cash just yet, but tomorrow or the day after, the snow will begin to melt and the ice to rot and life will unveil itself the way it always does.

Where there's life there's hope.

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