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I have over two feet of snow on my lawn. The piles at the end of the driveway are taller than a man, but when I went out to scrape a windshield on Monday morning the birds were singing their spring songs. The midday sun is strong and warm, the ice is breaking up along the roadsides.
Leaving work last evening under an expanse of pale blue sky, moon rising behind me from among the islands, the sky gets big as I cross the bridge. Way off to the west the sunset tinged a rim of clouds pink, fading into gray curtains of snow flurries, the bay still inhospitable steel below.
Haven't seen the sure sign yet, a dead skunk on the road, but the next warm day should bring them out.
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01 V70 2.4 M5 and a Mini
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