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My husband says spring will be early. He says this every year, And every year I disagree. He needs me, the dark side of the planetary equation. Together we make the equinox.Lisel Mueller
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Now in the thriving season of lovewhen the bud relents into flower, your love turned absence has turned once more, and if my comforts fall soft as rainon her flutters, it is becauselove grows by what it remembers of loveLisel Mueller