Each year three dates come up in March. They are all strangely muted.
I remember your duffel coat, hanging infront of a window, with the sun blazing behind it. The seasons had changed, and it still hung there defiantly, empty, ready for your quick escape. But you never made it back outside.
I remember your duffel coat, hanging infront of a window, with the sun blazing behind it. The seasons had changed, and it still hung there defiantly, empty, ready for your quick escape. But you never made it back outside.
Today also marks the Vernal Equinox, meaning the night and day are approximately equal in length.
Things begin to bud and bloom. Hello spring.
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