for Erin, who is caught in Canada's winter
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15 March 2005
This Morning's Light
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oh!
Mine are just starting to pop up.
Posted by: Karen | 16 March 2005 at 01:09 AM
crocus
mother's first
whisper
a child's
first cry
spring's
first hello
winter's
last sigh
Posted by: The Heretik | 16 March 2005 at 04:13 PM
nice!
Posted by: SB | 16 March 2005 at 11:35 PM
Oh, bless their golden hearts....
Posted by: Erin | 17 March 2005 at 02:07 PM