Your spring

Where were you when spring came?

In those parts of the world where it is spring, of course - someone is always reminding us not to be too provincial about the seasons. Just because the willows are greening where we are, we don't presume to speak for you.

But, on the other hand, why not? If any season is a season of the unboundaried heart, it must be spring.

Spring comes wherever, whenever, for anyone who's ready.

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