spring will return again, but it is a memory, blurred; it lacks the heat of the moment;. it is not a visceral experience, with the actuality of dryness or wetness, heat or piercing cold, and the sounds of one season are not the sounds of the other. 2009 is not 2010. each is unique to itself, yet the past promises what the future will bring, but with its own unique character.
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