the snow is starting to melt, and i've traded my sorels for my wellington boots. the thaw has begun... bring it on. i am so ready for spring. my heart is a little frozen and achy, and i need to see the sun. i need to see the flowers bloom and the birds singing, so that i remember how. i've gotten so used to the cold, and the sound of snow crunching under foot. i've grown attached to my warm sweaters and hiding under a pile of blankets. there are layers that need to be peeled away, windows to be cracked open. you were born to chase the light.
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