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<\/p>\nApril was off to a cruel start. Spring was just a rumor and winter was outside my window. The trees were bare, with no buds, the fields brown and muddy. I was unable to put away my hats, gloves and scarves because of the cold and wet.\u00a0 We even got some April snow, which shouldn’t be surprising but always seems unfair.<\/p>\n
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Then, one brisk, sunny morning toward the end of the month, I noticed a little tuft of grass as I waited for the train. The grassy tuft seemed to have appeared overnight. \u00a0Lush, vibrant green, and covered in dew it looked perfect. In an instant the little tuft evoked all the beautiful days and weather to come.<\/p>\n
No longer a rumor, spring had finally arrived.<\/p>\n
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