The bud-stippled branches reach across the orchard, and the white plum petals sway in the wind. Our marsh is an auditorium echoing the music of frogs croaking in unison. There have been days when the sun shined and some of us donned only one layer of clothing. Days of rain splatter in the puddles of country roads, many awe walks1, and green moss brighten…
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