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Return by James Deahl Ontario, Canada

Early in May a soft wind slips unnoticed from the south to set our forsythia free, unlock the lavish magnolias brimming pink and silver. All over town trees open their green day, a flush creeps branch to branch where warm sun breathes. Wild grasses return from their knitted roots as moisture rises to find the level where life begins. And suddenly I stand gaze into the white heart of spring. (from - When Rivers Speak)

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