The sense of Spring

I remember the swagger, way back @ 1.1 (eleven.1)

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Even in the depths of it, when we look closely, we can see it is a facade,
with pink and
white blooms, ready to burst out,
to hop forward,
become a boat on a harbor,
a place to walk on the beach.
If I can’t believe a year ago this was my life,
Why believe any stories I’m telling about now.

https://conjurd.substack.com/p/dr-con-and-the-daemons

Con/Jur/d

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