An apology of sorts
because it's May now
April comes in like a lion, every year. Nothing lamb-like toward the end, though; the month subsumes me ably.
I like it sometimes.
The birdsong beguiles me at the time of morning where the rays of sun stretch for the first time.
The trees, plush, sway with their new le…
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