A full weekend passes with your shingle tucked away. You scrub corners unseen by the long, dark winter, spend hours in a turn of phrase, a storm arrives and you fear so much that the blossoms will not endure, how long can you fear destruction in the face of adversity despite seeing time and again how life will not be stymied. In the east, a country fights for its survival. This world breaks and breaks. Spring believes.
The storm continues, unabated.
We are still alive.
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