It was so warm with radiant sunshine and soft skies today that I spread a blanket on the grass to read a book. Right next to me happened to be some brave crocuses peeking through--which made me SMILE!!
::from Stings, by Sylvia Plath::
Bare-handed, I hand the combs/The man in white smiles, bare-handed/Our cheesecloth gauntlets neat and sweet/The throats of our wrists brave lilies.
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