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  • Every week, I hold my breath as we approach the farm, hoping for forsythia and knowing it is not yet time. I'm waiting.

    Brave flowers, crazy color, recklessly flaunting, not minding the cold.

    I love you, I whisper.

    "What?" says David.

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