My legs, leaden with a long winter’s sloth, awaken with a tingle and I begin to fidget, eager to walk, to work the stiffness off. At crack of spring, blackbirds and finches scoff loudly in the woods – a feathered quartet to rouse legs leaden from long winter’s sloth. Marvelling at the delicate hazy growth, […]
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