Amy, Today is the epitome of Spring, one of those amazing days you would say actually "sang" to you. White, puffy clouds linger so lazily in a crystal blue sky, and birds echo a chorus that drowns out humanity's presence All afternoon I have wanted to spread a blanket on the cool, green grass and lie prostrate, immobile, completely still and get lost in all the possibilities of the world. Although green is so often associated with envy, the green I see today lulls complacency and harmony. It is the green of renewal, of possibility. I think of the stories you often told - the ones about running barefoot in the grass, about splashing recklessly in a cool stream and about long, lazy afternoons making shapes out of the clouds. I always imagine you lost in a world of your own creation. You may not know it, but the many quirky things you once did to escape a torture and to sooth a bruised soul are the very things that sustain me now. ...
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