Ah, the sweet smell of Spring. I caught a breath of it on my way home this evening. It was wonderful. It brought back memories that I can't even begin to describe here. Autumn really is my favorite season, but Spring is an oh-so-close second. I must try to enjoy it while it lasts and while we have one.
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