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Spring poem
I read a poem today about spring, about spring coming again a year after the last: a time of sorrow and loss, about spring advancing whether the poet allowed it or no. I don't know what had happened in the poet's life, but shortly after reading the poem I heard of a death in the family and then a second. And it is good to embrace the shared experience through the words of a poet.
April 24
