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SPRING IN SOUND

Birds tweet shrill like the tiny filaments that string a twig-bowed drag across a too-small violin. The freeway rush, the popping violets– both signs of growth predicaments that fan and flag, just as the breeze-blown grass spurts in the spring.

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