Between Here and There Byron Hoot The snow is almost gone but for patches that want to see the red buds of maples on the hillsides: the sign of ending and beginning. The changing of seasons is a constant sermon I need. By all that cannot be denied I say, "Yes " again forgetting and rememberng like the patches of snow in melancholy lingering.
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