Yesterday, we walked through Central Park on the way to my beloved plastic surgeon and on the way back to the car. The temperature was warmer than in months, and there were tiny harbingers of spring poking up from the dead earth. We stopped for a while by a bed of snowdrops. There they were with their flower defiance—thei…
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