I have a new window to look out of,
new branches to learn, new winds to listen to,
and a new horizon to understand.
Something good may come from this.
From these new windows- Each Spring
is the newest and first spring for every
single budding flower, and for newly born
leaves to flourish in the sunlight until it’s
time to drop and fly into the crisp October air.

-M. Taggart

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