Melting snow, drips from the roof, (always over the door)
Sunshine, hopes for spring.
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Melting snow, drips from the roof, (always over the door)
Sunshine, hopes for spring.
“I want to think again of dangerous and noble things. I want to be light and frolicsome. I want to be improbable and beautiful and afraid of nothing as though I had wings.” ~Mary Oliver
Tilly Evan Jones 
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