i keep watching, waiting for the return of spring, when the heavy cloak of night will give way and the rebudding of all things begins.
i don't believe it is hope so much as trust that i'm dealing with here. i can't see around the bend and i really don't want to. i've learned waiting for a thing makes it more sweet when it finally arrives. and so i wait.
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