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The birds are singing prophecies of green and growing-things.

“In the spring her desire for expression invariably increased. She was haunted by the ghosts of phrases. She gave herself up to a sensual delight in the combinations of words. She sought them in the pages of her favorite authors. She made them for herself on scraps of paper, and rolled them on her tongue when there seemed no occasion for such eloquence…”

“She wanders, like a daydream, through fields brimming with life; through meadows full of happiness; a spirit unconfined.”

“and have you ever felt for anything such wild love– do you think there is anywhere, in any language, a word billowing enough for the pleasure that fills you, as the sun reaches out, as it warms you as you stand there, empty-handed–”

“March brings breezes loud and shrill, stirs the dancing daffodil.”

“Trust the process of becoming the person whom you want to be”

“…daffodils(who know the goal of living is to grow)”

“…and all my soul blossomed like the spring.”

“She was, you know. She was in love. It was more than real. She was in love with ancestral spirits, dancing witches, gentle ghosts,”

“Plants do not speak, but their silence is alive with change.”

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“Each spring will be a sword you’ll sharpen,”

“Every time the rain falls, think of me.”

Bless the rains, the rains that feed the earth, the trees and the bumbling bees.

“Morning will come again because no darkness and no season is eternal.”

“My heart, like a wild spring day.”