Spring Blooms, again

crownsSeems like a lifetime ago when Nine Cent Girl was born. The fiery hues of autumn had just subsided into a monochromatic black and white across my Vermont landscape, while fickle sunlight and arctic air drove me indoors. It was during this introspective time in the seasonal circle that my blog became a trusty beacon, illuminating my direction through what dark days lay ahead as well as brightening the unforeseen surprises dropped along my path.

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Days and months and seconds and years melt into memory

Past reaches behind us under us filling in the white space

And all the while nothing stagnates nothing remains solid

The dance continues the march the pursuit the ride

Moving us along the days months seconds and years

Sunrise in Vermont

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