Spring inspires me. New life inspires you and me. Even the poets ask,
“Are we like the tulips and the daffodils?”
I can barely repress myself.“Ma. He got the fever!”
Is it cabin fever? Certainly not. I cannot be snowed in unless the UN is wrong.
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I live in California, the land of earthquakes, droughts, and irrational, post-modern, existential…